[The sentiment is mutual. His reverting to old habits in this new place is a familiar comfort, and she's genuinely not sure what she'd do without it. Were any of the others here would she feel so at ease? Perhaps, but not for the same reasons. She can imagine the others taking to the world in various ways. Like her they would likely be forced to uncover new ways to spend their time and energies, but Urianger is right at home here. In turn that eases her mind considerably.

His request actually earns a short laugh, not teasing this time, though.]

You know, you may just be the only one of our circle still willing to read my reports. You're also the only one who's never volunteered feedback about them... Should I take your silence as acceptance, or are you simply too kind to point out my literary shortcomings?