[He snorts and draws his legs up, wavering between picking up a new cup and nursing his mostly empty one. The panic has subsided after holding onto Honerva for a bit, so now he's just at a loss of what to do. He doesn't do heart-to-hearts. That's Lup's department.

He makes a non-committal noise of agreement, then twists the cup in his hands.]

Yeah, a year can do a lot to change a person if you have the right motivational factors in play.

[Through the thin fabric of his shirt, he can see the outline of his bracer, still inert, and bites back a grimace. A year can be a lot or too little in so many ways.]

Guess you just had the right ones.