[ a snort, a chuckle. yeah. learned better. that's a matter of interpretation, and helen would likely be shaking her head at him if she were present. ...he looks up, scans the crowd, irritated that he can't latch onto her scent and follow it to her like he should be able to. damn these wardens and their insistence that they remain neutered and powerless.
his attention shifts back to the boy when he sways, nikola patting a spot on the sand beside him. ] Sit.