[And they're ready to go! It's going a lot more smoothly than he thought, making him a little more optimistic about the whole deal. The physical contact probably helps, once they've clasped hands. As familiar as Ferran is with flashy magic, watching the old witch do his work is interesting in his own way... but he should focus.

The addition of Tsutha's final comment flusters Ferran, and he blinks, momentarily speechless. Not that he wasn't already planning to work towards that idea, of course, but having the idea out there so soon is still enough to throw him off for a second. Before he trips over his words, he clears his throat to mirror her vow.]

I, Ferran... promise to respect you, Tsutha, anchor you, and do my best to help you when you need it... and to earn your friendship.