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He listened, and remained silent while Warbone made his comments. The gruffness of the man's voice was one thing, but the tone itself was what grated upon Tryphon the most; as if he were tempering himself, holding back. But what he heard beyond the words was a sense of dislike. Maybe that was the improper term for it — but it was unsettling. The boy did not know how to take it, and so he didn't say anything, letting the words drift through his ears instead.

The command was met with more stoicism at first. Tryphon did not know what to say, or do, and was afraid partly of offending Warbone in some manner. There was something dangerous about him. However, having asked for help (in his own strange, shy, inept way), Tryphon couldn't sit idly by without responding. He nodded slowly, and then seemed to take on a serious expression (which wasn't exactly a deviation from his usual resting-sad-face).

She will be safe, he confirmed, accepting the charge without issue. Saena was the closest thing to a friend he'd made since Saghani, and it would be easy to transfer his attachment from one shadow to another — or so he told himself.