[ For just a moment, there’s a pugnacious set to his jaw as Basch glares at him. He is fine, or, at least, he put a lot of effort into seeming so. It’s been crucial to play along all this time, after all, but then there isn’t any reason that he can’t settle down for a moment. With a huff of breath, he relents and deigns to sit on some oversized tree stump in the prosaic outskirts scenery. ]

Months. [ He could just be echoing Basch, but it’s a forthright answer. He’s careful about not looking particularly wary, but it’s obvious if one knows his manner well enough that he doesn’t trust his surroundings in the least. It’s not that he really ever had in the past, but it had been easier to be confident then.

Of course, he’d never had his wings so thoroughly clipped. ] You’ve been had, I fear. Whatever heroic notions they used to lure you here, you’ll find yourself disappointed.