for whom the bell tolls

As Elias speaks, a small smile curses Dimitri's lips. It's hard not to be thankful, not to be proud that he had been welcomed into this fold already. Something was interesting, nearly enchanting here. Something about Elias... he'd force that back in his mind for now. Things like that didn't matter at times like this, nor did they matter ever. Feelings aside from justice and grace had no place in the real world. Had no place to be... out and about. He wouldn't do it. It didn't matter, after all. Things would be fine. He wouldn't get distracted.

"I thank you for welcoming me as your guest, it is an honor." His words are careful, studying Elias as the man studies him. There is care in the way that he regards the creature is gentle, some sort of longing in his system. To have a family again? What a concept. "I'd like nothing more." There's a seriousness in the illusionist in these moments, as if he's waiting for something on the horizon. Something beautiful, something terrible. It would be... enough.

"Consider it done." Dimitri nods to Elias, taking in all he has to say. A live jackal... they lived in these parts, and he would do as he was asked. The creature is elegant as he melts back into the morning light, heading east straight into the sun.