[ He can't reach her face to reciprocate; all he can do is tilt his head that little bit more into her fingers, the fingers on his other hand drawing little patterns and lines against her other hand with the bit of movement he can afford. Careful with her shard between them, of course, but otherwise light and dancing. Whatever this is, it's pleasant; no reason not to make it a little more so.

Especially when she looks, feels, acts like this. It's a throwback to some months ago, grumpy and pained centaur gone, instead replaced with a friend. An actual one. One he still has, despite his everything. He huffs a little laugh at the idea of him as a farmer — wouldn't have thought it for himself, either — eyes still shut in a pleasant waking dream; his smile a little dopey at the image she conjures up of young jinba going about the lives they'd both wish for them. ]

Don't see why not. [ Why couldn't there be room for Hayame there? (He knows why, from her background and what it means; but things like that aren't going to matter there. Don't matter to him most of the time, because he'd had the privilege of being able to shed his background and have nobody recognize him for what he'd been on sight alone, but... still. At least his heart's in the right place.) ] Might be an issue if you ever wanted to go to space, but if there were more people like you then that'd be incorporated in the ship designs. Shit, I'll figure it out myself if I'm still around when we get to that point.

[ Jinba, he assumes she means. Would there be room for jinba in his ideal world, and yeah. Sure. He'd find a way to make it work, no problem.

His eyes are lidded as he looks back up at her, content and happy and feeling as pleasant in her company as he ever has in anyone's. ]

It can be your world as much as mine.

[ You really should be a Zenite. With me. ]