And you really think I won't worry about you and whatever that's about?

[ waving a hand at the desk again, even though he doesn't expect chuuya to explain. he sighs and leans into the touch just a little. ]

I'm not of much use there right now, when all I have is my sword.

[ he doesn't know anything about magic or writing anything but haiku, so there isn't much he can do. asking what chuuya's choice would be was his contribution, but... ]

Are you sure you'll be alright? ...You didn't do something like Polly, did you?