Perking a brow he'd look towards Syth, his lips turning to a slight smirk as she spoke about how little work was required on his part.  It was humorous really as he got one hand out from under his head to wave it.<br/><br/>"I can't exactly carry a whole lot at my size you know...I have one item on me that's treasured so magical objects are...Not so interesting..."<br/><br/>With that he'd start to relax before seeing the paw stretch out before him.  Each claw hidden away between the pads being a reminder of his days.  The fur so keen a detail that he felt he could count each strand just from where he laid. Figuring it fine he'd reach forward and put his hand to the paw as his smirk faded.<br/><br/>"Mostkyero Dolnavynch"<br/><br/>A name.  Names were things that fairies only used for important reasons for the most part.  It was rare for a fairy to have a name at all and all were short such as Pi, Hum, Yu.  There was never a reason for them to bother with names after all and yet the one before Syth held a name of full size both keeping a first and a last alike.  A rarity like a gem but something about it seeming to leave a sour aftertaste just by his tone when he spoke it.<br/><br/>"It's no trouble...I've just been shown teeth once or twice from a neighborhood cat from back home."<br/><br/>Another rarity.  A home?  Most just lived among the forest really and home to them was among the trees.  But the word neighborhood seemed in proper use for a more human like settlement then one of a fairy's domain.<br/><br/>"Few times that cat had me in it's mouth and I was stuck wrestling with those pin like teeth of his.  The sand paper tongue on fresh wounds doesn't exactly feel all that pleasant either."<br/><br/>Smirking again he honestly remembered the time fondly.  Not because of the event but simply for the time of his life that it came to happen.  The time with his wife and kin.  The time when the world was so peaceful, simple, and happy.   He wouldn't contribute further to the talk about survival and instead would turn his eyes towards the canopy.  The cat gave a rather foolish set of words as well.   They set their honor as a magic user to not bring harm on him.<br/><br/>There were so many ways to take advantage of such things but really it would of been wrong.  So he'd instead use his free hand to scratch at his own belly in thought about how this conversation was already going.