It seemed that the small child did not in fact like his empty assurances in the least. The mouth of the girl made his eyes widen a bit, but he did not betray any true emotion that was bubbling inside of him. No one wanted their mother's name to be dragged in the dirt, but he had to say the little spunky girl did made him feel a bit jollier. Events like this that were so out of the ordinary were quite enjoyable for sick in the head bodyguard. She didn't even use too many vulgar words, only imagery and if Nendir didn't have to keep his outward facade, he might have clapped the girl on the back before giving her some tips about how to hide her anger. But alas, he couldn't join Caden in his outright triumphant look.
Caden, who seemed to be a man of few words spoke out as to show his jolly. All Nendir could muster without laughing was, "The mouth of the girl- with a temper like that, no wonder she is mistaken for a child." But the conversation and mood was soon turned somber and the other bodyguard replied with a threat. This was the time when Nendir could smile and laugh, "Oh Caden, if you really wished for my body to be found in a moat full of slices, you would have done it years ago." The man had come over to grab the knife from him, so Nendir lightly tossed it, watching as Caden snatched the knife out of the air expertly.
"Oh~ The two of you are so cruel and ill-tempered. I may need to go beg some compassion out of our comrade Bastian or one of our charges, then I might get the joyous friendly conversation I rightly deserve!" He sat with his legs spread apart and both his hands resting on the stool in between, moving his body side to side, lamenting.
Water was seeming to go everywhere when Maella kicked, getting Rajun a little more wet than others would have cared for, but the boy didn't seem to mind much. He watched the excited girl as she continued her joyous exclamations. While the other travelers of the caravan might have thought of her as annoying or too much to be trifled with. The excitable attitude of his companion always put Rajun in a good mood, knowing there was more to life then dreary desert and the horrors of surviving in such a climate.
While many would think of him as some tall emotionless log, he did find pride in himself, among other things. When Maella said that he was a gift, he simply nodded again, though if someone knew the content, they might say Rajun was quite a bit prideful of himself, yes he was a help and he knew it. The best feeling in the world for Rajun was to be able to help someone, to better their situation when they can't do it themselves. This was only a small way of helping his dear companion that had become like a sister to him.
Almost acting like a dog, when she tried to take the foliage out of his hair, he shook his head to try and slip more of the vegetation out, but the movement was just making the new nest on his head thicker with tangles. After a moment, he stopped and obediently kept his head still for Maella to salvage his locks.
The idea of staying seemed like a nice one, many animals lived in the area to get to the water and the foliage was nice and welcoming, Rajun looked up into the sky and found the sun, pondering if maybe they should stay. After a while -anytime he had to make a decision he took a moment- he shook his head no. "Keep going." He had a strange feeling, like he needed to get to some far destination sooner rather than later.