No matter how small her smile, Faris takes heart that he has been able to help her somewhat, even if only in words. A tiny seed of hope may one day grow into a towering tree, if it is nurtured. "Indeed," he agrees.

He can tell from her body language that she has places to be, and as it happens, so does he, so he won't keep her. He bows his head towards her. "Warrior's luck to you, Adia Costas."