The chiding, although it is not meant badly, makes Viatorus' cheeks burn gently with embarrassment. He shouldn't be bringing his own insecurities into a conversation with a stranger... But... he really didn't mean to. How often has it been that his abilities have met with 'but why would you' before a polite, obligatory compliment?

He swallows hard and gives a quiet, uncertain, "Um..." until Micolash moves on from the topic of his habitual self-deprecation.

"I, um. I-I-I've always been able to-t-to dreamwalk." He rubs his thumb, eyes darting away from Micolash and back again as he thinks. "W-W-When I was younger I-I had a guide. A-A being. He showed helped me understand. Showed me how to change myself. Showed me how to pass unnoticed. Then he left a-and I... I had to work things out on my own."