(a chill runs up the length of his spine, soren's words making him think back on the times he's spent with viren. twice, once at the bonfires and another at his cottage; he seemed mellow, if a bit judgemental. he was reluctant enough about their interactions to seem almost worried he was asking too much. but jonas offered, and jonas came through on that. maybe he is naive, or impressionable.

you gotta be careful, with him.

soren looks weary, wary, and he trusts the friend he's made. it doesn't stop him from feeling incapable of handling future situations, especially equipped with this knowledge, but first and foremost? he has to take the knight's feelings into account. his slow pace is corrected, jogging forward to get a hand on soren's pauldron with a dull metal noise. it slides to seek what little he can feel of his shoulder beyond, palm coming to rest on the collar of his breastplate.)

Forget the plant, just stop a sec. (watching him a moment, before the corner of his mouth ekes out a smile.) ... I think I'm right all the time, too. Then I'm mostly dead wrong about people. I've fallen for that, like, way too many times. Not in the same way—I don't get it, really—but I hear what you're saying and I appreciate the warning. I'll be careful.

You too, okay? It's alright to be serious sometimes. I, you know, wanna' hear this kinda' stuff from you. We're buds, right?

(lifts his hand to rap knuckles against his chest, gesturing on ahead.)

So if you ever need to vent about him or anything else, I'm your guy. And, uh, they didn't actually say? It's probably really pretty, if it can heal someone. Maybe look for something bright, delicate, and... flowery? (back to being numbskulls.) If I were a cool flower, what would I look like? Probably all glow-y and fluffy.