Faris can see the change in body language and posture, and can only hope that it's a good thing. He's still uncertain what to make of this bizarre human, though by now he's somewhat assured that there will be no more prodding hands in the immediate future. Still no reason to get closer, but enough to relax his guard to be merely alert.

"Who decides what is worthy?" he counters easily. "If someone needs to be worthy to learn, then how did you learn enough to do your ritual in the first place? Knowledge is still the base of the house that is built, regardless of how grand; what makes one more worthy than another?"