A talon tickles against his ear, and Cera laughs softly as Smith kindly provides an alternative. "Hopefully it won't have to come to that, at least I have past experience that will hopefully come to use." Without knowing the dangers of the world he found himself in, he'd rather practice alone in the future. "Ah, the curse of accuracy," he chortles, but a certain sympathy strings along his words. He knows the difficulty of being right when you don't want to be, and wishes they were close enough to offer some sort of physical comfort as was his way.
Grief wraps around his heart at the honor and love in Smith's voice, his own face falling. He's unused to the emotional vulnerability of this form, but the ache of loss is universal. "I am sure he would be proud of you for continuing the art, no matter if you are a master of it," he assures with a firm sincerity that is unwavering even though he knew next to nothing about Smith's father. "What path did you seek on your own? You are quite wise, do you provide counsel to others?" Steering the conversation away from topics riddled with his own grief, he distracts himself with the question, bringing up a hand to waggle his fingers playfully at Isuma. Her presence alone was grounding, delightful, and he loathed the idea of having to say goodbye to the charming pair.
"If I can help you, in any way, I will do what I can," he vows, jaw twitching hard as flint at the notion of such a cruel master of the land. "I've no idea the kind of help I could offer, but I'll repay what I can. If you can find me wherever I happen to put down roots," he adds with a laugh, because he certainly has no idea where he'll end up.
Grief wraps around his heart at the honor and love in Smith's voice, his own face falling. He's unused to the emotional vulnerability of this form, but the ache of loss is universal. "I am sure he would be proud of you for continuing the art, no matter if you are a master of it," he assures with a firm sincerity that is unwavering even though he knew next to nothing about Smith's father. "What path did you seek on your own? You are quite wise, do you provide counsel to others?" Steering the conversation away from topics riddled with his own grief, he distracts himself with the question, bringing up a hand to waggle his fingers playfully at Isuma. Her presence alone was grounding, delightful, and he loathed the idea of having to say goodbye to the charming pair.
"If I can help you, in any way, I will do what I can," he vows, jaw twitching hard as flint at the notion of such a cruel master of the land. "I've no idea the kind of help I could offer, but I'll repay what I can. If you can find me wherever I happen to put down roots," he adds with a laugh, because he certainly has no idea where he'll end up.
