He nodded slowly, eyes easing slowly towards a bronze that was dull, but more gold than orange at the least. He trusted this man. He had no clue WHY he trusted his man, given that nothing in his life had ever lent itself to his learning trust, and yet... he did. Maybe he was just so.. desperate... to trust. He wasn't sure. Maybe something about him reminded him of his uncle. Tiamaris wasn't sure, but he trusted that when he said they could not be seen, that they could not. He mildly wondered if they could be heard, but he did look around a bit. He stopped when he saw his roommate, and just looked at him a moment instead.

The boy... Koshi... he... hadn't run away, hadn't tried to kill him... he got help, for Tiamaris. And... he came back with that help. Tiamaris wasn't quite certain what to make of that. It was totally outside of his experience set in anyway that was not purely theoretical. It almost sounded like a concept he had read of once or twice, or for flames sake a million times. Something he had read about but never understood, not viscerally, and not even intellectually. Was this what all those books meant when they used the word...friend? He was... unsure.

It unsettled him, slightly, but then, much of this did. The world outside his father's house was far more vast and confusing than he had ever imagined. He understood far less than he would have thought possible, and he... did not like not knowing. He looked around again. But... this was a a school, right? A place where he would, in theory, learn?