I promise you, I've had to heard the most petty shit amongst the high class nobles when I was training as a doctor. Nothing you say will seem ridiculous.

[And so, it is no trouble at all to give Kaveh his attention, to listen. The Haunted House, once again, had struck; Daan knows that too well, after all. Vergilius had attacked with the intent to kill, fought against the urge for the slightest second to give Daan the chance to put an end to him. A miserable thing.

But he'd never been scared of Vergilius. Just for him. Always, just for him.

He looks at Kaveh, his expression softening. He doesn't mind that it does.]

Was that answer not enough for you? Or was it simply too unbelievable, after you two had your falling out?

[Because that, too, was something he could understand. Daan, who didn't think he could be loved until most recently.

And it does seem to him that Kaveh suffers from similar thinking.]