Indeed he had, and it was not something he would soon forget. Regardless of the how the conversation had turned, he would still be mindful of that particular moment of Rhy’s life he had caught sight of.

Llewellyn is quite relieved to be on his feet again, however, looking quickly to see if he could catch sight of his hat. “I am that at times, yes.” He absentmindedly responded, and shrugged to the later subject. What kind of opinion could a man who had been abandoned as a child, tortured in his youth and was constantly unable to save the people who mattered have of himself but low?

“But I am also a firm believer in practice, I might uh... get the hang of such things yet.”