"I can imagine that." Like a compass of a kind, tugging away in the proper direction. The unnecessarily whimsical thought that comes next is that it's like Saga's daughter leading her to where she needs to go. He clears his throat to shake that one off and takes a sip of coffee.

"I'll... do my best not to cause you any trouble." He's been thinking about trouble, lately. The slow burn frustration of being here makes him antsy, makes him want to do something instead of the passive nothing he's done his best to maintain. Outside of his encounters with Arthur, anyway.