"E-eh?" She blinked, confused. Catiel couldn't understand him, or his reasons. Hate and pity, those things she understood all too well. But this... A genuine desire to help? This was entirely an alien concept to her. As her brain scrambled to understand this, she suddenly became aware that her mask had slipped, the face she had carefully schooled into her features. In the instant before she brought it back up, Sun would not see one of the more proud or indifferent members of the elves. What he would see was a fragile girl who would likely be reduced to a crying mess if someone so much as insulted her. "W-well, if you insist," she cleared her throat, trying to pretend that she did not just show weakness in front of a human.