Welcome to Gaia! ::

Explaining the immaturity of allowing personal differences to get in the way of responding to a call for help, even one based on just talking and not battle, was just lecturing. He didn't bother. It was still a point he had to master himself, as it was. Her fidgeting and looking at the clock were strange, mixed messages. Do you have somewhere you need to be? Someone else you're meeting? Or...is there something waiting to come off?

He didn't feel any other auras, still, and there were no sounds or sights of approaching civilians. Though why she'd lay any sort of ambush for him was its own mystery and phantasm. Paranoia of insomnia, most like. "I appreciate the invitation. Perhaps some night, though I would beg more purpose than just sleep. Our time on our homeworlds, and our ability to travel to them, is a commodity- sleeping on one is better a side effect of being there for other purpose such as archaeology and research. There is so much to learn among the stars, for its own sake and with the vague hope that something may come of it that will let us make some headway in this conflict. "

"Or at least understand it better than myth." Myth and the wars of our 'fathers' passed on to us with no reason or measure by a handful of equally amnesiac quadrupedal aliens in fur coats. "Likewise, perhaps you could visit Thraen someday, and all its silence and dust. "

"Keep care, Ida. " Her brushing was a fairly universal, awkward sign of 'nothing more to do, part ways', so he offered the excuse with direct words.