[It was a great deal said, if nothing else. So many parts of it raise alarms in Salvio, or confusion, or simple contemplation. He cannot sympathize a bit with choosing what he would wear. The solution to that conundrum is simple: have less clothes to choose from. Plainer clothes. Robes. Utilitarian only, to keep covered, to keep warm in the winter and cool in the summer.

But clothes aren't the true topic, only a distraction. It is the need to make brand new decisions that strikes in Salvio most particularly. He is still thinking of the terrifying truth at this when he realizes that Wysteria has wound up her response and is looking at him in a sort of thoughtful but calculating way that reminds Salvio altogether too much of Enchanter Guardiola, who he has not had cause to recall in years.

It is very disturbing.]

Wha, ah. Well. I would not-- Uh, I would not call you ignorant. Certainly. It is not particularly germane, to the rest of it, but--

[But it saves him from asking what he keeps spiraling back to, as he considers her eventual point, all that she has said. There is really nothing else but to ask it--]

Does it comfort you, to think that so many people are frightened but pretending not to be? That... I prefer to come to, uh, a situation. A problem. I prefer to come equipped. To say only that it is good to care, about something, to have nerves-- [Well. A ghost of a smile flicks across his face, self-deprecating but no less amused.] --I am nervous. That is true.

It does not... feel enough. In a time of change. As you have observed, rightly, we are in.