( Once again, he wonders why a bucket in a visible place is so disturbing, but prefers not to ask. It's easy to assume after knowing for what they use them so... Better be safe and not touch the topic again. He silently listens to her explanation, surprised that she explains it now instead of later. But doesn't complain, he just smiles weakly as he leans to lie down. )

That's something i can't argue with you, she really is. To be honest, however, a moirail sounds just like a best friend. But with a crush on them. ( There's a bit of teasing on his words. ) But I guess I understand what you mean... That relieves me. Knowing that there's someone else willing to protect her. Do me a favor- Go look for her and make sure she is safe. Be her support in this mess for the two of us.