[Have faith, and well, wasn't that one of the things Myr was so very, very good at? Having faith in the Maker and in those around him, in the idea things would work out if only he persisted in his course... Or in staying out of the way, in this case, and letting them resolve as others had so-capably planned.

It all makes so much sense. It will all be so much easier than struggling and worrying about what he must do when it seems one of their own might not be so trustworthy as he hoped.

He is so thoroughly under the Naga's spell it takes him a moment to realize he's being told something he needs to acknowledge. He gives another jingling shake of his head, rousing enough to speak coherently:] Of course--it's been a pleasure--you're always welcome to come talk with me. I--appreciate the reassurance, messere.

[A slow breath in. (He is always so helpful to those he trusts--)] Is there anything else--you need? I can do?