His wings shuffle again, always so much more open about movement because Esteban doesn't really need to control them usually, not as much as he needs to control an arm or a knee fidgeting. He nods, then shakes his head at Allen's question, finding it awkward.
"Hmm; take it like most pets? Wyverns c'n understand our words, but they don't speak a language of letters. So their understandin's different." Ah-- there's where he got it wrong! "It's not them not bein' sentient-- my bad-- it's that we're not adapted t' the same thought patterns." There's an easy shrug as he waves a hand between them.
"I c'ld, say, learn your language, 'cause writt'n language has similar 'nough touchstones t' make it understandable from one t' the other. But their language's not written, it's... scents an' movements." He's... getting into a needless complication again. His grin returns, and Esteban rubs at the back of his head, before shaking it.
"They're basic'lly highly intelligent pets." 'Dians. He could have just said so and spared Allen the roundabout.
His nose scrunches at the mention of the pain it would cause Allen to lose his Innocence, and he nods lightly. He doesn't truly understand it-- worlds and circumstances that are beyond what he can comprehend. But he does get why Allen wouldn't--
"C'n I touch it?" Is that a weird thing to ask? He's only seen Allen's Innocence once, and fairly briefly before other things-- a water battle among them-- had distracted him. He realizes his questions might be misleading and he raises both hands, tail tapping lightly against his ankles, as he shakes his head.
"Not-- I'm not gonna remove it 'r anythin'. I just--" He doesn't understand enough. Maybe if he sees it, sees how Allen bears it, it might help? "I just wanna understand?" Allen called it a parasite. Or, well, that it acted as a parasite.
"Is it--" he starts, before stopping himself. No; he'd have gotten warned much earlier if it was contagious. And wasn't Innocence a substance? Wow, he's, uh. Getting confused again.
"Is it dangerous?" he morphs instead, shifting the question. "To you, I mean?"
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"Hmm; take it like most pets? Wyverns c'n understand our words, but they don't speak a language of letters. So their understandin's different." Ah-- there's where he got it wrong! "It's not them not bein' sentient-- my bad-- it's that we're not adapted t' the same thought patterns." There's an easy shrug as he waves a hand between them.
"I c'ld, say, learn your language, 'cause writt'n language has similar 'nough touchstones t' make it understandable from one t' the other. But their language's not written, it's... scents an' movements." He's... getting into a needless complication again. His grin returns, and Esteban rubs at the back of his head, before shaking it.
"They're basic'lly highly intelligent pets." 'Dians. He could have just said so and spared Allen the roundabout.
His nose scrunches at the mention of the pain it would cause Allen to lose his Innocence, and he nods lightly. He doesn't truly understand it-- worlds and circumstances that are beyond what he can comprehend. But he does get why Allen wouldn't--
"C'n I touch it?" Is that a weird thing to ask? He's only seen Allen's Innocence once, and fairly briefly before other things-- a water battle among them-- had distracted him. He realizes his questions might be misleading and he raises both hands, tail tapping lightly against his ankles, as he shakes his head.
"Not-- I'm not gonna remove it 'r anythin'. I just--" He doesn't understand enough. Maybe if he sees it, sees how Allen bears it, it might help? "I just wanna understand?" Allen called it a parasite. Or, well, that it acted as a parasite.
"Is it--" he starts, before stopping himself. No; he'd have gotten warned much earlier if it was contagious. And wasn't Innocence a substance? Wow, he's, uh. Getting confused again.
"Is it dangerous?" he morphs instead, shifting the question. "To you, I mean?"