Ven moved to sit, only to belatedly realize that he needed to take his Keyblade off to do so, or to at least do so comfortably. Out of reflex, he tried again to dismiss it -- and then remembered that he couldn't, and instead settled for unstrapping it and leaning it against the side of his chair. With that accomplished, he sat down opposite Zelda and pulled his tea closer, already tearing into those sugar packets.

Having their abilities sealed made sense, more or less. Ven hadn't entertained the thought that his own were gone gone -- that was just crazy, and the presence of his Keyblade debunked that from his point of view. He'd lost it once before, after Xehanort had removed his darkness; it had been sealed then, in a sense, enough that Ven had to earn it through training all over again. He wasn't sure how that worked with his amnesia, but neither did he care to. Thinking about it still gave him a slight headache.

So he focused on the other point Zelda mentioned, since that was more interesting, as well. "Really? You could just use them, like that?" In the chair beside him, Mograe nodded sagely. She'd pretty much told him as much before, back in the temple, but wouldn't hold it against him if he took it more seriously from another Hero. Not to mention Ven had been a little out of it when she first gave him all the information. "Huh... So, what jobs do you have?" Ven asked Zelda, tilting his head.