[He patiently waits out the surprise. Whatever the reason for it it clearly has nothing to do with him. Whatever he said to trigger it, well, everyone has their secrets.]

We had to fight Dvalin. But only enough that Aether could get to the wounds covered in the corrupted blood. It’s hard to be a swordsman and fight a being that takes flight. Diluc and I had to get creative with our respective elemental magics.

[He raises his hand and an icy mist curls around his fingers. It takes the shape of feathered wings and an arrow-shaped headed dragon. The mist shaped as a dragon flaps upward and opens its mouth to roar.]

I don’t know how he purged the corrupted blood. Or how he has that gift but I am grateful for what he did for Dvalin. Since he was freed, sometimes I see Dvalin flying high above. Something I’m a little more appreciative of here.

There was a rain that boosted powers. I can take a smaller copy of Dvalin’s form.