Moonspear the nu kid in town

When Dune spoke, it was with minimal flair, and the cadence to it was honestly comforting. Sometimes the explanations others gave were exhausting in their length, and to have someone get to the point in the same amount of syllables he normally employed was nice. Gannet smiled wider, nodding. He hadn't left for the same reason, of course, but he could relate; make room for the next generation.

Dune indicated his injury, and his expression lessened once more. He glanced at the leg out of habit, then nodded. "Getting better." He explained, somewhat quicker; not defensive, per say, but he wasn't eager to have his weakness so soon pointed out, obvious though it was.