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The big man leans back, as if she's just thrown him something he can barely fumble to catch: the idea that she would outright ask apparently stuns him, for all that he'd felt so comfortable revealing himself to her. The thought that anyone would look to him for guidance is apparently a new one.

" .. aye," he says, his tone tinted with his baffled pleasure that she should look to him so, that he could be of some use to her. "Oi take tae it of nights, once sun is down. Ye can join me as ye please, though if ye've a notion fer a space where yer lad can stretch his legs, t'would be helpful-like. Got a yard on rent that does fer me wee little lad, but ye'll be needing mair room." The more he thinks on it the more the idea seems to please him; if he cannot stop someone from fighting .. can't he at least make sure they're able to fight well? The idea of giving Oberon the strength and the training to truly protect Rajani would make Macaire feel just a little bit better about the whole thing.

On his part, he does not even think of favors owed, merely the relief that it would be to know that Rajani -- a valuable and clever woman -- would be all the safer for it.

Macaire actually snorts a laugh, finally leaning back, becoming more comfortable with the idea of this 'helping out' the more that they speak on it. Of course, in practice the whole thing might be more of a disaster than Macaire currently suspects -- for one, skirts are going to make riding difficult, but poor Macaire might expire of blushes if Rajani so much as suggested pantaloons. Then there's the difficulty of civilians with weapons: either of them could come to grief for wielding or training with weaponry, inside the city or just outside of it, no matter that their weapons are intended to be used against wolves, not people. It's bad enough being a gypsy and an Aireishman in the first place --

"Teech 'im? Bloody nuisance goes wherever he damn well feels like, nae matter what oi tells him. B'ain't so muck teechin' him tae sneak out as teechin' him he gots tae come back after!" He glances over to Cadence, who has finally caught a moth and is now eating it with an introspective look on his face; he chews slowly, thoughtfully, and when he sees that Macaire is looking at him he stands up straighter and wiggles with apparent glee. The big man just sighs, eyes rolling briefly upward. " .. he thinks 'tis a grand lark," he grumbles to Rajani. "Trainin', oi mean. Times as oi wonder if he dinnae clunk his head when he were furst born."

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"If ye can find us a space big 'nough, t'will be all we needs tae start. Ye know this great big pile sight better'n oi do, oi'd figure, sae oi'll be leaving that tae ye." Macaire tips his head to her, apparently confident that she can overcome this difficult task, though some of that confidence may come from the fact that this may be the first large city he's ever lived in. Being from a much smaller town, he may be assuming that there must be space somewhere.

"Th' rest oi'll be settling." Macaire has already made plans for what they'll need and how to obtain it: he's given a lot of thought to the matter. The only trouble is that he's assumed he'll have time to obtain what he needs, for it'll be a while before Cadence is grown enough to require some of it -- but if he can set Rajani to finding a place, he himself can work at moving those plans forward more quickly. "In meantime .. ho, me lad!" The call is directed at Oberon, whom he also directs his question, fully as if he expects the Guardian to completely understand. "Can ye carry her yet? Have ye?" It's a fair question to ask; he plans on Rajani being able to ride the Guardian, but he's little way to judge when the Guardians themselves have grown strong enough to support the weight of a rider. Little Cadence is obviously a long way away, thus the heavy packs he wears to build up muscle for just this task.

Macaire seems to find this a relief, giving Oberon an approving look. "Aye, makes a mort've sense, it do." And it'll help that Rajani's already somewhat comfortable both with the idea of riding Oberon and the actual practice of doing so. After a quick nod in Rajani's direction, he looks back at Oberon.

"Lad, until yer lass has found us'n a place where ye kin run, ye carry her about everywhere, ye hear? Ye b'ain't carrying her, ye carry packs as heavy as ye can get her tae pack 'em. Ye hear?" Macaire looks sternly at Oberon, as solemnly as a commander might regard a soldier, and keeps his voice deliberately very grave, remembering their earlier conversations. Appealing to Oberon's desire to fight and be strong for Rajani would be a wise idea, he thinks, and give him something to do besides cause trouble for his Chosen.

Now if only he could come up with something that'd keep Cadence out of trouble! Pity.

Macaire pulls himself to his feet as well, though once Rajani's gone he intends to drop back down into his seat and spend time staring blankly out at nothing -- planning, maybe, or just letting it all sink in. But there's something rather like a smile sitting at the corner of his mouth, for this is progress of a sort, and a kind of hope. "Aye. Leave word at Pig and Whistle, oi leave me lad there of daytimes, when oi'm at me work -- and me flat's up Baker's Way, above th' pastry shop." He sounds vaguely embarrassed admitting the latter, it not being a particularly manly location for a guardsman's home, but it had been well-kept and cheap. The pastry baker provided his wares mostly to the rich of the city, and as absurd as it sounded, his fine sugars and special ingredients were luxury items with high price tags, and as such targets of theft. The baker had been afire to have him live there, his intimidating appearance providing welcome protection for the shop.