A cat's curiosity could prove a dangerous thing, but this cat is the vaunted Warrior of Light, and Zephirin offers no such remark aloud. Almost imperceptibly, the faintest hint of a smile curves the corners of his lips upward, as if Felih's sense of humour has broken the ice.

He is newly returned from the Congregation; following his meeting there with the lord commander, his next task is to report to the archbishop, ahead of a summons for the Ward to attend conclave. He has little time to spare, in truth.

However, as a flesh and blood man, even Zephirin must take meals and rest each day, and that time is entirely his own, barring some emergency. To spend it observing the Warrior of Light would be in alignment with the archbishop's instructions.

"I see." Approaching the knights of the Heavens' Ward presumably one by one is no small undertaking. "What is it that you wish to know?"