Daithi chuckles, a soft (perhaps inaudible) noise. Such response is strange, he thinks, though he supposes it must feel strange, too, to receive compliment from the Herald. (— to think he truly is the Herald.)

"You make me sound disagreeable," Daithi teases. Then, smile obvious in his voice, "you don't have to try so hard, you know. I think of you as a companion."