He would much rather have the explanation, which he listens to silently. He can't help but think of the day Gambino tossed him a salve after a particularly brutal day of sword training. The ointment eased the pain of his wounds, and meant the whole world in that moment. Was it pathetic to feel similarly towards this little kindness tossed his way? Was he still so naive and soft-hearted? So easily won over?

"It's Guts."

He decides not to muse on it too much. Best not make a big deal out of a favor. They had tried to kill each other just a little earlier, after all. And he doesn't entirely know her intentions - whether it be pity or something else.

For now, he'll focus on the immediate task and keep himself busy in this strange little town of hers.