"You... you really think I could help people?" he asked softly, trying to process everything that had been said. It was a lot to take in, really but... something was settling inside him, stilling. It felt as though something brittle was beginning filled in, to be come something that might some day become strong.

He looked up at Alric, at this person who had gotten mad at how he had been treated... who said he wasn't a monster. Someone who thought he had value, who told him he could help people...

Who had loaned him two shirts, even after he had seen what had happened to his last shirt. The copper started a slow hesitant fade towards gold, in his eyes.