[Indeed so. Being too honest could easily be classed as a liability or a complex. But truthfully? Between their current ensemble of absolute weirdos, there are far worse liabilities about and around. And just like the aforementioned weirdos that make up the encampment, Nephione pulls her weight. And then some. ]

Hm? No. That wasn't quite what I was getting at. Hells. If you treated everyone as your doctrine demanded, either you or our Sharran friend would be lying dead somewhere, and we'd be worse off for it. It's more... you're serious. In all respects. While that's to be expected, literal braindemons and all, it's more...

[Well.] Solemn. Almost like you have the weight of the world upon your shoulders. It's none of my business to comment, of course-

[A twist of a smile comes then. As if the sorcerer knows this, but cannot help it.]

- But we're allies. Friends too- I think. Unless I've horribly misjudged things. So, I care about you. And no. I don't find it troublesome. I mentioned I've had a run-in with organized worship before.

[Taking Nephione's lack of comment on the stew as approval, he kneels to locate a wooden bowl and begins to ladle some of it within- adding a hunk of bread before he takes both to where the fire crackles. A look over his shoulder indicates that he would like her to follow. ]

That was troublesome. You're nothing like that. Hence seeing you as a friend... and poking my nose where it does not belong.