Mantis makes a noise of understanding. Another soul overworked for a lifetime before they're even all that old. "I understand that. Francour isn't suited to fighting, so I help him practice using his powers in safer environments."

"A regular dragonfly..." He twirls one finger in a circle and floats a jar of jam over to Francour. Francour takes it and offers it further to Paul. "Blackberry. It's very tart, but there's enough sugar in it that it barely stings."