[se] sitting here, wanting memories (open)

He watched with blue-opal eyes as the woman went back to work, curious as to what she would do next. The wires had his eyes widening in understanding as he peered at the continuing construction on the lantern, its shape becoming more supported as she wove the cage, though he had to guess what was happening within the paper given that her hands were hidden by the art and paper.

He inclined his head slowly with an amused rumble of agreement at Alina's supposition, Isuma peeping excitedly at the ride. Her fiery glare in spite of her size reminded him of Bobi and he felt a momentary pang of loss at the reminder of another lost friend. That the glare came with a belligerent request - demand? - for a physical part of himself earned a curious croon, a request for more information if she cared to give it. He only gave feathers and scales to those who were close to him and had earned such a gift. For a stranger to want it, using the name of the old gods without any other detail, he was intrigued.

And more than a little wary.

Parts of himself could be use in divination magics on his world. It wasn't the sort of thing to give lightly, even if the magic of Caido was different than he was used to. There were too many unique magical abilities - and abilities about the other races - that he didn't know about yet.