[ Reassuring words, Lavi says, and Sion seamlessly counters with a wry "at the very least, there is never a boring day", but before he is able to continue on—perhaps to openly wonder about the other man's adventure; his voyage from the Quad to the next cluster of stars—Lavi takes it upon himself to ask something else. Something of the Director himself, prompting Sion to consider his companion all the more carefully, searching the features which he knew for something far more familiar still and--...

(Finding nothing at all.) ]

My name is Sion. Sion Astal. [ It is quite clear, in this moment, that Sion had heard nothing of the other man's talk of serving a God. Of a world unlike any of the realms which Sion himself has known. ] ...and I fear I've imposed upon you, haven't I?

[ And not for the first time.

In Lavi's eye, Sion glimpses a distance that had been present on the day when he'd asked: "why is it that I feel you cannot bear to look at me, Lavi?".

(And in next moment, he'd been answered with: maybe... you just can't bear to look at yourself.)

His gaze falling downcast, a thoughtful expression crosses Sion's delicate features; a pensive air stark in contrast to his valiant rescue and too-whimsy follow-through. ]

To make amends, I will do all that I can to assist you. [ Giving pause, Sion shakes his head with an apologetic smile, the gesture somehow sad: ] Though I've only been present here for a handful of weeks myself, I've recently found my footing.

And... we are comrades, you and I, united by our mutual displacement.