"Alright." He nods, and he lets his gaze rove back to the fire and the rabbits, and just lets his acceptance hang quietly in the air for a bit. Just a bit. It's been a rough few days, and... of all people, Thorongil would be one of the least worst to let his wizardly facade slip around, right?

"...I thought Nitou'd be able to teach me this stuff. He's good at it. Liked to spend all his time outdoors, picking through ruins and camping out in the wild." Kousuke Nitou, the friend he had fussed over before. Whose face was projected in the sky several days previous.