You hear the hurt... [Chibi is caught off-guard for a second; that feels all too familiar. He doesn't bring up his personal philosophy, that all souls can feel distress, down to the smallest flower. Instead, he just listens and furrows his brows in concern. How awful...] That must be terribly lonely, being tasked with that.

But I suppose you are a little like me, huh? Except the piece of the puzzle I see isn't a feeling, but points in time - the future, in specific. [Blessed, or maybe cursed? At least, he sleeps better when he doesn't dream. Every duty has to come with some pain...] So, at least we are not alone in that. It can't be coincidence, that we should meet in a place where life is all around us.

[There's something about flowers, after all, that calms the soul. Perhaps it's the presence of life in color, or perhaps it's the way they never outwardly judge, yet still live and have a soul. Maybe it's that Eliatropes suck the wakfu from them regularly. Whatever it is, people like him seem to be content around flowers.]

[Still, Chibi has it in him to laugh at the Iron Bull story. Goddess, he knows some people like that...] Someone who fights against dragons for sport must have some dragon blood in them, I reckon. A noble fellow, then, or is the epithet for nothing?