Llewellyn’s brow furrowed with some surprise at the description… “That uh- does sound rather like a horse… Aside from the hind quarters being a chariot, though perhaps something happened to the bones from that side and it only appeared as such? They are hitched to carts and carriages in our world, which I suppose could give such an illusion.” He rubbed the back of his neck lightly, trying to imagine it… Honestly, given what he knew was possible in other worlds? There was a very good chance that it was just as Aerith described and was part chariot. Not much would surprise him anymore.

… maybe.

She was right that someone might need to lighten things up one day, and even if he wasn’t feeling particularly light-hearted right now… It might help someone, or even themselves, down the line to have such a distraction. “I’m sure you’re right, things do tend to get a bit heavy depending on the situation… Though, I daresay you may be better at brightening a mood than I am.”

Faking it was definitely what he was doing, and he internally winced at the light nudge to admitting that. “I have heard that phrase, so that’s another that our worlds share.” He frowned slightly, knowing it well. “And one I’m familiar with following in my world, it can be quite true.” And it worked before (sure it had, Llewellyn), so it could work again. Right?

“Then your mm… Newly enlisted helper will be awaiting your contact with gardening gloves at ready.” He responded in a lighter tone. It would be something good to focus on.