[ Whether or not he trusts the chicken-haired man with his large sword still has to yet to be seen; he’s not particularly cagey, not in the traditional sense, but there seems to be something that’s allowed his mind to freely spout information about himself that he might not normally otherwise. Even knowing that it isn’t something he’d normally participate in, he’s not particularly fussed about it. It might be something he’ll dwell on later, but he’s too focused on the task at hand that he doesn’t spare it another thought.

He allows himself to be absentmindedly lead through the weaving mazes of stalls. It’s soothing to his normally busy mind, although there’s plenty here for his eyes and mind to flit to and occupy his attention span. ]

Ah, that woman that talked about having an emotional support sleepover? [ He’s quick to put the pieces together. ] You must have your hands full. Is it common for her to invite people into your shared room to ‘stick together’ back home too?

[ There’s some sort of humour in there, something about parallels about being paired up with someone far more chatty and friendly than either of them were. ]