Handsome men? That has Regis raising an eyebrow in equal parts puzzlement and surprise. He has no issue with his appearance - what he knows of it as he can't see his own reflection in a mirror - but he is aware that he looks to be in his middle age, or even older still after events in the not too distant past that he's still recovering from. He looks worn and haggard because he truly is. All in all, it doesn't make for what spirited, young women would normally find very attractive.

He lets that topic go, though, both for the fact that he doesn't quite know how to reply to it - again, the foolishness of old men - but also because their conversation takes a more serious turn.

For a moment his arms tighten around her, as if wanting to provide comfort for the momentous and unasked for task that has been given her. But how does one express sympathy for something like this? The Fade itself, lodged in the palm of her hand. Even he, with all his centuries of life lived, doesn't really know. He doesn't want her to feel as if he pities her. He truly doesn't; if anything he admires her, for shouldering this burden and keeping her spirits high.

In the end, he ends up softly echoing words from the night before. "Remember, dear Lady, that you do not walk this path alone."