Ashelia follows Kuja closely, feeling more and more uncomfortable the further into the castle they penetrate. She's only experienced stillness similar to this once before, and there was something (some things) extremely unpleasant waiting for her at the end of that particular trip. So, when she's confronted with the battle against Garland, she's only as surprised as any RPG protagonist might be. She spares a glance upwards. Two airships now? Hopefully Kuja knew which one they'd be able to commandeer.

"Kuja! Do they win? Should we intervene?" Business-minded as Ashelia might be, and with full knowledge that this is only a memory, she's still having trouble seeing those two children struggle so. "Which ship do we take? Kuja!"