[ The things people can do there are at times impossible to someone from such a small, enclosed world as Yuri's own. Some of what people have done here, toying with souls and the like, is downright monstrous.

Her caution is well placed. Yuri's weight shifts slightly as he turns to regard her more properly. He makes no effort to mask the skepticism in his eyes. ]

Trinkets like the one at the festival, then? [ It's as direct as he'll get in his verbal nudging. ] I could say the same of mine, I suppose. Teas I like. Seeds of a certain flower a friend favors.

[ The words he punctuates with a casual roll of his shoulders. ]

They can be good for morale, at least.