The unseen world is unseen for a reason, or so a couple of my mage friends say.

[He studies her for a moment, then shakes his head]

I won't pry, or stick my nose where it doesn't belong. At least for now.

[At least he's honest about it.]

If you need to talk about anything, I can't promise empathy, but I can always promise to listen.

... That came out wrong.

[He rubs his hand over his face]

I think I'm gonna head back to my place and lay down for a bit. I still need to head out back to the scrapyard. Those crashed transports are a gold mine, and I need to inventory what I need to bring back here.

I'll catch you later?