A long pause, and then Yoshitsugu laughed again, longer and louder than last time. He tapped two fingers against his facecloth and looked at Tzilan with almost closed eyes afterwards, looking altogether like a happy feline.

"I'm not sure that's true." A beat. "She knows full well how small she is when she can nap beneath my hat."

It wouldn't ever do to be perfectly straightforward in conversations like this, would it? Yoshitsugu can't help but make the joke. But it's certainly true that he's always admired those naive, optimistic warriors who struggle against the flow, knowing a way of life his own ridiculously keen vision won't allow him to know.