[ He tilts his head at the conversation he's now interrupting, but rather than try to listen in, he glances away until Mightyena addresses him directly. ]

I can— [ Before he can even make his offer, the guild leader has already taken it upon herself to return it. His ears flatten, just enough to be noticeable. A wolf gently tending to the need's of a sheep — it stirs an odd emotion he can't place. ]

... Nothing I can't get myself. [ His voice is quiet, and he manages a weak smile until rubbing the back of his head. The pain is still there, try as he might to ignore it; her first question remains unanswered, nonetheless. ] But, thank you.

[ He looks up at her, curious now. ] I could ask you the same. Heard there's plenty to do for this festival, but still only one of you.