I... see. [He just thought that well... birds with a similar feather. But one name jogged his memory though.] Skaia! Miss PM told me about that place and its plants --
[Stops short in his discourse, taking in what WV just said about their land. Bit of tugging at both ends of his towel.] Prospit sounds like a very nice place, but... I'm sorry about what happened.
This isn't the ideal place, but, at least you're both away from all that now, right?
[Some bit of silence as he tries to find another subject to talk about. He wouldn't want to find another reason to beat the hell out of the punching bag again...] Hey, Vagabond! How do you feel about learning how to fight with your fists?