The elf blinked, keeping himself calm as Titanite brought his face close. It was surreal to be this close- he had looked so much like the Master in his mind's eye, and he'd never been this close to Vargas before. But, he didn't expect Vargas to be so hesitant, perhaps, and eager to experience.

Perhaps he should stop comparing the two. Titanite was so different, after all, and it wasn't fair to either of them.

Attikias watched on as light danced across Titanite, briefly marveling before the stone took his magic. He brightened- of course it'd take, but it still gave him a warmth that settled in his chest, and his fingers curled around the selenite piece.

"Nothing can really hurt it while it grows. The magic protects it." The explanation came as Attikias squatted down in the area he'd cleared, planting the chrysalis much like a seed in the jungle soil. It wasn't much- he hadn't covered the gem as it began to grow, and he wiped his hands on his pants as he straightened back up.

He looked to the chrysalis at the last question. "Yeah," he eventually said. "Ours." His gaze paused on it for a moment before he glanced up to Titanite with another smile. "I'll try to hang around with it, too, keep you company or let you do your own thing if you wanna keep watch over it, y'know?" Might as well put the offer out, especially since he did live close enough.

The elf barely rocked back on his heels when Titanite moved. He watched, and his hands folded behind his back as Titanite connected with their child, watching the interaction.

He let out a soft breath. Even if the magic would protect it, it felt like Titanite would, too- what else did he have to do other than wait for someone to come along? Talking with him again... "I'd like that," he responded. Rubbing his thumbs together, Attikias drifted to the ground, kneeling and putting his arms in his lap as the plants grew, his head tilted to watch at different angles.

"It's gorgeous," he spoke, even if it was simple- simple could be beautiful, though, couldn't it? With his gem, then, would the child inherent Titanite's (presumed) plant magic? Perhaps Vivilene would like a sibling like that.

Pulling back and swinging his legs out to the side to perch more comfortably, Attikias leaned back up to look to Titanite. Moments of silence passed. He looked to the chrysalis, thoughts forming, before glancing back up, one thumb rubbing over his thigh idly. "It's not like I have anything better to do right now," he eventually huffed out. Sure, he was hungry, but- "What would you want to talk about?"

He'd stay here for a while until he'd need to excuse himself for food, he'd imagine, but until then he'd be content to simply co-exist with Titanite.