[Csevet is not surprised by the fact that Maia is pleased by the diversity. After all, Csevet is as aware as Maia that he's lived his life without the feeling of being different - certainly, his life had been difficult at times, and he had been frightened, felt alone, but he had always looked much like everyone around him. It is a thing he must become accustomed to, and not something he understands, nor would presume to understand as thoroughly as the Emperor does.

Besides composed and slightly wary, Csevet is also, after all, adaptable. It is something he will become used to and, indeed, already is. If it is something that makes Maia happy, then it is something worth valuing. And it is quite obvious how happy it makes Maia, by how his eyes shine, by how much energy is in his step. In fact, Csevet realizes with a small pang of something like pain, that he has never seen Maia so happy, as he leans against the wall and rests himself a little.]

Truly, Serenity, the question was rhetorical.

[Csevet's voice is light, a little teasing, careful and tentative and still as respectful as teasing can be. When Maia continues, stumbling over his words a little, as he stutters out that last part, about Edonomee and how sheltered he had been there, confined with so few around him, Csevet's ears lift a little with interest, pink at the tips. It takes a great deal of effort to stifle the laugh that wants to bubble up in him, because surely the Emperor would take it the wrong way, perhaps see it as mirth at his expense when it is, in fact, simply an appreciation for how cute it would have looked to see Maia flustered, seeing people barely clothed.]

Of things? We admit, there was a dearth of things to be observed at Edonomee. We imagine it must have been jarring to observe so many things.

[His voice is light, and he can't quite resist another gentle tease.]

We are uncertain whether we should offer our guidance when it comes to things, Serenity, though we are quite confident in our understanding of them.