[The humour doesn’t go unnoticed. While Młynar is famous for rarely smiling, a brief rumble of a suppressed laugh can be heard. Still, he refuses to let his emotions show too much at this point.

The knight’s ears twitch as Astralin pulls his hair back, in subconscious recognition of how his new companion is apparently quite special. In his world, the only ones with pointed ears are the mighty Draco, or the demonic Sarkaz. If he’s anything like either one, he must be quite mighty indeed.]

I’m glad you’re here then, Astralin. It seems that you’ve been pulled out of something quite dark indeed. At least here, those same people won’t be here to hurt you anymore. Even if they are, I have some experience dealing with dark things.

[A single hand rests upon the pommel of Młynar’s sheathed sword before the whole thing begins to glow with a warm light- scabbard and all. In combat, it could become bright enough to blind everyone in the surrounding area, but this was just a demonstration. It’s a rather special gesture. Młynar doesn’t make a habit of showing his Arts to other people. Back home, a knight’s arts were considered a symbol that they were willing to put their honour on the line. Even so, he hoped it might bring some form of comfort to his new companion. After a moment, the knight removes his hand, and the light disappears as if it had never been there at all.]

You mentioned animalistic traits, though. You don’t seem too beastly to me.

[Or at least, so much compared to the pegasus-man. But that bit wisely went unsaid.]