"It's me," he reassured her, tipping his hat far enough back that she could see his familiar blue hair. "Apparently, this job grants a fair amount of facial hair. I'm not sure if it suits me." He looked down while putting a hand on his beard. He was too young to have something like this. He felt ridiculous. But then again, it didn't necessarily look terrible.

He poured himself a second glass of milk. He was terribly thirsty for the stuff, to the point where he didn't even consider it unusual to enjoy more than one helping.

"I was planning to visit the blacksmith's shop this morning to see if they had any new shipments. Were you planning on heading out?" If so, he would accompany her gladly.