Guts listens quietly to their conversation, though it may as well as be gibberish to him. He’s had very little exposure to mages and magic, having an incredulous look on his face as the old woman goes on to speak of it as a mundane, daily occurrence.

When Lashan makes her leave, he decides to proceed with his initial plan for the evening: lie down on his cot and fail at trying to sleep.

He curls up on his side to best make use of the bed, barely able to fit on it as is. Vena’s staring goes ignored for the first couple of minutes. But when it doesn’t let up, he makes eye contact and frowns.

“What?”