Gustavain laughs at the carbuncle's antics and tries out both more normal pets and skritches, under her chin and cheeks, clearly charmed utterly.

"Well aren't you lovely," he coos at her for a moment before he turns back to the conversation at hand, though he doesn't immediately look up from his new task, assimilating the new information that this wasn't a green recruit, clearly. He looks entirely too young to have more than one battle under his belt, but then, they've lived in interesting times, all of them, haven't they?

"I try not to worry too much about it," he says, after a moment, "Halone chooses when to beckon people home to her halls. It hardly needs a battle to get the call, nor any special day."