"It's fine," he says, quick to push the misunderstanding aside. Honestly, it made sense: his dad had come in to check on him and saw him both tired and burned. He'd probably have assumed similarly if he stumbled upon him doing the same thing.

He relaxes slightly at the familiar weight on his shoulder.

"Well, warping, summoning blades, and blessing drinks is..." He sighs. "Elemancy's once again being a pain, though it's more to do with trying to draw on the land here being different." Not to mention they are indoors and slightly removed from the elements. That familiar glint of frustration shows in his gaze whether or not he wants it to. He has to tell him; and he's super, super irritated by it. "There's also the problem of anything I had at home being gone from the Armiger here."

Or at least, out of his reach.