"Then it's settled. Have you attuned anywhere in Gridania? I presume you can use the aetherytes," is it flattering or terrifying, that Gustavain just seems to assume competence? He's already standing up and stretching, as though they might be headed out right away, if Rael is so inclined-- an impression furthered when he very clearly takes up a staff that was an unassuming branch leaning on the wall a moment ago but seems to come alive with light and life in his hands for a moment before he straps it to his back.