He was speechless. He breathed inwards, looking to her as she would take him in her embrace... The feeling was similar. Tremendously similar. Had it been for a different appearance, he might've mistaken her for his mother. It was an odd feeling though, being treated this way after so long that the very thought of the feeling was harder to grasp.<br/><br/>He'd watch her magic, the rake becoming something more... It became something that he can adore, something to cherish. He would give it a little try as he made a somewhat hip and excitement conjuring beat from the wooden teeth. He smiled, looking at it with the curiosity of a child. He would grin, his white sharp teeth into view as he would look to her. Along with this, he was given a dragon wood horn, and his own flute. He looked bundled and full of a joy as it would infect his face with the emotion. His happy smile clearly looked to her with a judgement of greatness. The plant fiber and fur clothing now being given better life. The Barkmail grew, as it was conjured onto his very being. He looked in astonishment at what happened, looking at his new armor and harder clothing. The Dragon wood grappling hook would appear on his side, hooked to the side of the armor as it swayed. He enjoyed all of this magical experience.<br/><br/>He couldn't even much hear her last sentence, though at least got enough. Mostly because He kinda. Hugs her. Honestly? He appreciates her motherly tones. It's a refreshment to him, but hopefully it doesn't become addicting like a drug... His mother is dead, and he knows it to well.<br/><br/>A single tear dropped down his face, as he'd let go, and cross his arms, acting all tough about it to hide his clear disappointment of having to leave this odd and distant place.<br/><br/>"Right!" He'd say, putting on a smile that returned onto his face. He was in fact, a kid in a young adult's body, because he really couldn't stay mature though all of this excitement that was building up in him. Despite the fact Sin was giving him mean glares, he couldn't think about it now, he felt... Relaxed, for a change. Not having to think of the relentless pursuer of his known as guilt.<br/><br/>As they left the garden, he'd look to Wiska and Sin, smiling a bit. He seemed to be an odd and slightly weird fellow, but at least he wasn't a total downer. You could probably talk to him to, or maybe not when he's stuttering and nervous like the bugs underneath their feet. He'd look over to the others, then over to Thava. He doesn't want to ask if that's her, cause he might be asking the clear obvious.