[ Amos' expression doesn't change but for a slight raising of his eyebrows in acknowledgment as Douman leans in a little, perfectly comfortable with everything that is currently unfolding. ]

You aren't the only one new to all of this. I've been around a couple of months now, but this is the first time something like this has happened, as far as I know.

[ His voice is a pleasantly relaxed drawl, now that he knows he's talking with an ally (and that there's nothing here that can hurt him — blight blissfully brushed aside, and confident that if an enemy combatant were to walk in the two of them could handle them with ease). He offers up a half-shrug with one shoulder. ]

The otter's fucking crazy, but Yima isn't. One thing I know is she looks after her people. [ There's a bit more gravity to his voice there — he knows this. It's important. ] I dunno about being rewarded handsomely, but she'll do right by us. She's a good person.

[ More than that, if his shift from casual chatter to something almost reverent is anything to go by. Douman might be able to see the tattoo of the Exalt just behind Amos' ear, an aspect he embodies maybe a little too well — they're dedicated to their people, and one way or another, he has absolutely chosen Yima as his. ]