Chachanji blanched at Warren's insinuation that more hornets might be on the way.
"You... you really don't think so," he asked worriedly, looking turning slightly to gaze back in the direction he assumed the hornet had fled. He flitted his gaze back to the armored Hyur before adding: "... Do you?"
The little Lalafell caught himself around that point, shaking his head vigorously before patting at his cheeks to try and regain his composure. No no no! That's no way for a hero to behave! He should be ready and able to take on a hornet or three! That's why he was out here doing this!
He attentions turned to the Elezen as he spoke and - at first - he felt a little put off being in conversation with not one, but two very tall folk! His own distinctive lack of height had him wondering if there was something around he could stand on so he could at least be on eye-level with the Highlander, at least. It was only after all that ran through his mind that he actually noticed what the Duskwight had actually said.
"Oh! I'm all right, yes!" He thumped his little breastplate soundly for emphasis. "'Your will may falter, but your Gegenji gear never will!' That's what my Papa says!"
He paused for a beat, poking his index fingers together bashfully.
"Y'know... when I can remember that," he muttered softly. "Stupid bug."
Gran, on the other hand, had happily trotted up to Victory and was giving the armored steed a good sniff.
"You... you really don't think so," he asked worriedly, looking turning slightly to gaze back in the direction he assumed the hornet had fled. He flitted his gaze back to the armored Hyur before adding: "... Do you?"
The little Lalafell caught himself around that point, shaking his head vigorously before patting at his cheeks to try and regain his composure. No no no! That's no way for a hero to behave! He should be ready and able to take on a hornet or three! That's why he was out here doing this!
He attentions turned to the Elezen as he spoke and - at first - he felt a little put off being in conversation with not one, but two very tall folk! His own distinctive lack of height had him wondering if there was something around he could stand on so he could at least be on eye-level with the Highlander, at least. It was only after all that ran through his mind that he actually noticed what the Duskwight had actually said.
"Oh! I'm all right, yes!" He thumped his little breastplate soundly for emphasis. "'Your will may falter, but your Gegenji gear never will!' That's what my Papa says!"
He paused for a beat, poking his index fingers together bashfully.
"Y'know... when I can remember that," he muttered softly. "Stupid bug."
Gran, on the other hand, had happily trotted up to Victory and was giving the armored steed a good sniff.
