"Yet." This Ultramarine optimism is a thing. Eventually she'll be mad at him. Probably.

Uhhhh. "Does this elf have a name?" Please don't be Maedhros because things would get *awkward*.

He'll just hold up one palm in front of her face. His hands are...not small. "You sure you want to?" Make good choices, little sister. He believes in you. "I am a little harder to take down than a tree."