"[color=fdc68a]Right... There just seems to be a spell for anything, isn't there.[/color]"

	Henri watches as Ember looks like she's straight up reversing time with her spells. She looks like she's having fun. The rate at which she just converts some nearby foreign ingredients to tracelessly mix with his garments is particularly interesting.

	As she finishes and urges him to give it a go, he immediately whips his left arm forward, the speed of which reaching a point where it causes a loud 'pop' sound. He reins his arm back to his side as he twists and moves the fingers of his right hand. It's all good, as expected, yet his mood is beginning to sour a little. His head turned only halfway towards Ember, his eyes pointed slightly left of the campfire.

	"[color=fdc68a]While I do feel grateful for this seamless repair that you've applied... Do not get it twisted. You're only repairing something that you damaged in the first place.[/color]"

	The corners of his eyes glowed a dim teal, and suddenly his eyes move independent of his face, giving Ember a side-eye. Still no eyelids, however. He brushed the left side of his hair, shortened as it were, and planted his left elbow on the armrest to lean his head on. An eye peeks between his fingers, expressionless.

	"[color=fdc68a]Even if in jest, I was imagining more on the lines of assistance or protection, granted maybe you're the least of all people who'll ever need it, but these stipulations feel like... It'll come down to something I'll inevitably object to.

	Provocation as it were, it was still provocation by mere words. You reacted to them with action. Don't think you can strong-arm me into an unfair contract, into repaying you for fixing what you broke.[/color]" A hint of spite in his voice.

	He turns his chair to face Ember, and sits up properly. His voice reverts to something calmer. "[color=fdc68a]If you're still truly pressed about when I barged into your room, possibly interrupted your work, you may call on me to assist you with whatever. Honestly, even if you're not, just, you know. I do find you attractive and intriguing, and I want to be a friend. That's that.[/color]"

	He then points to his shoulder, with his right hand. "[color=fdc68a]For this however, I think we're even. No, in fact, we're less than even, but I think I'll just solve the problem of these damaged enchantments on my own.[/color]" He then bows. "[color=fdc68a]If you'll excuse me, Ms. Ember.[/color]"

	He then slowly rides away.

[hr]
	Henri... The black-haired man on a wheelchair hears talks around Nanashi and the other passengers about looking for utensils, and ventures back into the shore. Something he most especially can help with, with his ability to sense nearby metals. As he rides across the sands, random metal objects get uprooted from the sand, and he leaves it for the other passengers to find later on.

	Occasionally he pauses. Bouts of pain from his inner metamorphosis still linger.