[He isn't sure whether to find it amusing or troubling that the vaunted woman walking beside him has only a small pack of supplies in comparison. Then again, she isn't made to carry several varieties of each sample set, nor preserve their life and quality where such is warranted...

No gleaner is ever released into the wild without being somewhat able to defend himself. Nevertheless, he'll be glad not to need to, whether due to caution or company.]

Reunion ought to serve, for the time being. Regardless of my feelings now, somewhere I can get my bearings is the best initial destination.

[While he suspects the giant stone bowl will be his best point of orientation for the tasks ahead, knowing in what direction sanctuary lies on the ground can only be useful, too.]

I look forward with regret to your realization that a gleaner's work will seem quite unexciting when compared to your usual assignments.

[Part and parcel with the job is knowing and recognizing when an Adventurer, the sort who claims this as sole employment, is also up to something in his vicinity. He's not at all unfamiliar with Amri's sort, in all their questionable variety. So, couching his view of her profession in stricter terms should be fine.

Then he seems to recall who he's with, exactly. The stories he has heard - some of them from her closest companions directly.]

We hope.