It went over his head.<br/><br/>No. That was an vast understatement.<br/><br/>If you were to try and make the proportion of which Volen missed the comment in any way accurate, it could have best been described that the comment went over Pluto and then carried past the vast ring until it had shot straight out of the virgo supercluster.<br/><br/>While some pretended to be pious, and others simply fell back on it, the former hero was an absolute pillar of innocence and bravery. He had been raised his entire life on the teaching in the chantry, and he lived and breathed the tenants of the Church. Which meant he was a knowledgeable as a cow when it came to normal and intelligent conversation on anything but the saints, their aspirations, and the seven main tenants on which a mortal man should live his meager but blessed life. In short, if it wasn't praying or killing, there wasn't much of a point in wasting one's breath.<br/><br/>"I understand." Which was his way of at least agreeing to try not to gain them any attention. It wasn't like he was a chatty fellow, anyways. Volen was more of the 'speaking when spoken to' type. This had been downright chatty for him, really. With the exception of a few apologies and meager conversations, he hadn't said a word to another living soul for a few weeks. While change might be impossible for someone like him, being silent was second nature. He also didn't have the energy to fight the idea of what sort of training the other might try to bestow upon him.<br/><br/>Watching the food go into the bag back and forth, he had just settled in to watch him the rest of the way. By the time he was spoken to again, his gaze had fallen onto Wyl again. There were so many things his curious mind didn't have the capacity to process at the moment. Still, that persistent question of 'why?' lingered there. His gaze wasn't suspicious- he'd moved past that- but there was something curious in it. As he asked about the chain, he looked down to it. A hand went along his  chest and down.<br/><br/>"It's got another large section. I think the metal is different. It's heavy, but it's not like the other. I couldn't take it off without the top since they are attached. I didn't want it to drag." It would have only slowed him down furthers. "I'd have to take this off," he motioned to the rags, the tatters of what he could find. The tunic that he'd been using was torn and ragged, tied together with strips of the various fabrics he could find along the way, mostly discarded linens. "I don't know if it'll go back on after that." Or, should, for that matter. "I'll need something to cover up with."<br/><br/>What seemed a modest statement, was actually done for the sake that Volen knew a beggar wasn't much to talk about. He passed for any ragged peasant or leper, but without his shirt? Now that was something you didn't see every day and was easily identifiable .<br/><br/>"And, perhaps, a wash." He couldn't imagine that part would be very nice, either. With a deep sigh, he just turned his head to look down over his chest again. He hadn't been able to risk having the chains come free, or any part of it be seen. That and he hadn't had the thought or energy after a good bit. He had tried to keep up on it but, in the end, he had found it was the very least of his concerns. He hadn't been able to waste the energy, after all.<br/><br/>After a moment, he looked back to Wyl.<br/><br/>"I can move well enough with it. Now that I have eaten, and I can drink when we find some water, I can keep moving. We should be cautious with the ones you stole from still about. We might be wasting time with this, and you've already wasted enough." It was tactical less than an actual concern. Wyl hadn't seemed too worried, but he was a man who always tried to think several steps ahead, which had gotten him this far. Despite having time to move without being discovered, the more the better. There was no accounting for unforeseeable events and it was best to leave as long of a leeway as possible.<br/><br/>"I can walk now. I was only resting when you came." Though it was unclear if he would have been able to get up again without even the small nourishment he'd been able to take in. If there was one thing, however, that Volen still needed it was sleep without the worry of being discovered. On his own, every time he finally passed out he'd awake with a jolt- there was no one to keep guard, and he was too exhausted to keep his wits about him. It had been only another factor that kept him in such a terrible state.