Ah, don't worry. I wasn't talking about fighting.

[ he pats her head gently — before gesturing a glass of water towards her. ]

Back home, we were always wartorn. It only got worse as I grew older, so I was always fighting. This place is safe, though...peaceful. It's a little strange.

[ his katana is latched onto his back; instinctively, he reaches his hand back to delicately graze his fingers against the sheath for a fleeting moment. ]

I'll be here to protect you if anything happens, so you don't need to worry about that. And apple flowers sound nicer than a fight, don't they?