( His face softens, too, but its hidden behind his cowl. To hear her talk about it like that, like its truly something to be treasured ... It's what he lives for and what he's used to, all at once. But somehow, here, it's more vulnerable. She can't be an Aliver, can she? Alivers don't quite talk like that. Close, but not the same.

He nods, lowers himself into a kneeling position before he can think better of it. )

Long as I'm breathing, I sing. Dunno what this place really is, but ... Shit, looks like you're lacking a good front man.

( Gara sniffs, glances around. In that moment, for just a moment, he feels a little small. That thirteen year old kid who was bouncing off the walls for a chance to be that very same front man he now is. That kid who got praise and awe.

He handles it better now than he did back then; were he that same boy, he might've bitten her wrist already. )

Name's Gara.