Had he noticed the brief hint of sadness in her eyes at his endearment, he would likely have assumed it was for the dire situation facing the world; that very same thing she had claimed no interest in yet seemed so willing to offer assistance.  Behind a mask of icy indifference, of course.  He smiled softly once more, opening his eyes again to glance up at her, one eyebrow cocked slightly in curiousity.<br/><br/>"Perhaps the Gods have bothered to take note of the situation down here, enough so to offer a few veiled guiding touches.  That I would end up in the care of someone that might just be able to set me on the right path."  His smile grew vaguely amused, and he spared a glance at the window, "I am not the type to offer praise and blind worship there way, but one can never know what they are thinking.  Well, little sister, once I am recovered, I will face these tests, and we shall see where that brings us, yes?"  He used the term 'little sister' as a common turn of phrase, where some men might say 'ma'am' or 'miss' or 'my lady', he used little sister.  It was comfortable, and had always seemed friendlier.