"you are righth," he mumbled, "I should noth thake it theriously," he knew he shouldn't have taken it seriously but he did, he'd already taken it to heart. "Buth I do." he mumbled. Pulling his rapier out Vis poked at the fire, shifting a side dead fuel and embers so the rest of the fire could get air, soon it was roaring again as opposed to merely crackling. The Deva's hand on his shoulder was comforting, he felt a little less tense at her side.

Reaching for his scarf he adjusted it, making sure it wouldn't fall off, what had been a necessity had become a habit.