A being. Not a person, not someone, but a being. Hm. He'd started to grow tired of beings and their whims a long time ago. Just another one he'll likely quietly hide his cynicism for... Arceus, huh?

"It's fine, some kind of answer is better than nothing. I appreciate it." Sylvain draws in a breath, and settles himself down before he lets it bother him too much. His gaze is a bit clearer after a moment, and he flashes Dedue an easy smile. "I'm glad nobody separated, and that I won't have to sleep under a tree. Everyone so far seems so... at home here. It gets better then?"

He doesn't know why he's asking it. He almost feels a little childish. Asking another grown man for vague reassurance, but, well- it is a lot. There's been so much input, so much stimuli.