[ Oh? What's this? An invitation to go visit her in Highstorm?

It catches him off-guard, a drop of surprise trickling in through their Communion. He's not a particularly friendly person even on the best of days, and he honestly hadn't considered his actions during that (annoying) carnival to be anything worth more than a brief word of thanks, so it's jarring now to hear about repayment for his help. ]

You don't owe me anything. [ The words sound like a rejection, though his tone of voice comes out much softer. ] Though it would be nice to get out of the sun for awhile.

[ So definitely not a no. ]

But there's no need to trouble yourself on my behalf.