no time here in space

That's alright (:

Malachi had spaced out enough times in his life to calculate the same had happened to Týrr, and he took little offence to it. Nitpicking at things like that only caused unwarranted division, such things Malachi felt determined to avoid. Týrr recovered from his wandering thoughts after a shake of his head, and the greyscale grinned when the earthen youth agreed to his suggestion to patrol.

He did not mind that Týrr took the lead: someone had to do it, and by the confidence with which the earthen boy moved Malachi wondered how many times he'd been down this path before. Týrr's question caught the greyscale off guard, but he kept his expression level despite the naivety that flooded his mind. He didn't quite know what a Warden did, but determined they had something to do with patrolling the territory, and was a duty Týrr pursued.

"I hadn't considered it." He replied meekly, despite the confidence he tried to write on his face. Malachi found his mind searching for words to say, ones that wouldn't reveal his lack of knowledge on the subject at hand. "You are pursuing it, though? What other trades are you after?"