With pursed lips and green-tinted ears now creeping across his cheeks, Falco nods to the man beside him and tends to conversation when he feels it on his tongue. He's not exactly the quiet type, so that wasn't difficult to honor. He comments on Abigail's understanding an is grateful for it, but mentions feeling the tender hurt in her eyes like a cut.

He'd do the same with the others, with the rest— he returns them, bravely, apologetic and some. Some Trenchies simply can't be mad at the boy. Others aren't so forgiving. Even when those people come, it doesn't seem to deter or deject the boy.

It stung a touch, but he understands them. He doesn't allow that to pull him down.