[Oh, really. The cavalier attitude of which she spoke was something that came to him in all things- mainly because of what he was. As a sorcerer, much less one comprised of wild magic just as much as he was flesh and bone, there were certain... stances one needed to take with that magic. Which bled through to life in a general sense.

First and foremost? Laughing about it. Because if one didn't laugh, the only other recourse was crying. Being taken as a nest by an owlbear cub was a laughable thing, and if anything, he's only grateful that he was not torn to shreds by the owlbear cub's tiny little claws as it sought to make itself more comfortable.

But regardless...]

Tell me. Are all clerics of Selune so humble?

[That question might have sounded like it came out of left field. So he elaborates as they make their way to the stores. Regrettably, it did not seem fish was on the menu that night. So he uncovers a pot of... well. something, taking a sniff of it.

... Unidentifiable. That would mean that someone else cooked that night. ]

I've had experiences with other clerics prior. A whole temple, in fact- long ago. I must admit... before meeting you, I'd always thought them quite haughty. Divine favour this, and embodying the will of so-and-so that. Rather serious types. And quite full of themselves.

[He holds the pot to Nephione, awaiting if she can identify just what precisely is within the stew within.]

While you're quite the former, you're nothing alike the latter.