Despite his etiquette, Larsa couldn't contain his laughter at Adel's choice of words, having to set his plate aside in fear of dropping it to further make a mess of things. It would take a moment for the child to calm himself, rubbing at his cheeks to drain the color out of them.

Of course, he knew when it was time to prepare for the upcoming night. Resting his plate on the dresser, Larsa began to stretch on his bed, targeting his arms and shoulders before allowing himself to continue at the lower extremities.

"You need not worry, for nay will you find any protest from me. Though all I ask is that they respect the space of those whom dwell here." Or in simpler terms, refraining from taking the note he was planning to write Gabranth of his whereabouts. Quickly pushing down the guilt that swelled up, Larsa made a grab for his journal and began to write.