As he did earlier, Zephirin acknowledges Felih's arrival with a dip of his head, stirring just enough that he no longer makes another watchful statue. "Not at all." Once again, he smiles only slightly, politely reserved. His eyes flick toward the darkened heavens above ere his gaze returns to Felih. "I do not fault you for taking your precautions — our fair skies are oft fleetingly so."

Zephirin himself remains clad in his pristine armour, having chosen punctuality over comfort, but then, this evening's walk is an extension of his duties, no genuinely idle stroll through the city.

Once Felih falls into step with him, Zephirin selects a route that leads them away from the heart of the Pillars, and avoids nearing the Tribunal. "You had questions to ask me?" he prompts as they walk, glancing back down at the Warrior of Light.