Tuo may not be able to put words into his gaze, but the very fact he gives Dain any sort of look communicates well enough. It's all right, that look says. I trust him. Evidently not far enough to speak freely in front of him -- which is oddly reassuring. Tuo's trust is not a thing so easily won, without common ground, and Tuo's obvious fondness for Vervain puts a warm smile on Dain's face. It's good to know his friend continued delighting others during his travels, trying the patience of families everywhere -- that he didn't enforce loneliness on himself.

Dain resolves to talk more with Vervain later. An open-minded acolyte of the church is perhaps not quite safe, but he can't say he's not intrigued.

"There should still be some room left," Dain muses, glancing up at Alvi in the rafters. "But if you don't want him to think you're abandoning him..." He really knows nothing about birds. Or about how the vicar would feel if someone human slept back here.