"A little stroll never hurts," Azizos bleated in mild agreement, though he lowered his head in gentle worry and offered again, "I can carry it?" Watching Attikias hoist the solid stone over a root, though, the kirin amended with another laugh: "ah, nevermind. It seems like you have it."

The lion-stag pawed at the ground, tossing his mane, "my services are not required." He was acting all faux-pompous ass. It seemed like the act was exhausting, though, because Azizos immediately asked again, "really, I can help?" Spiralling moonstone seemed to already glow in preparation as he waited for permission, meandering along all the while.

There was no such thing as too many gifts, but maybe making a haunted house would be crossing some previously undrawn line in the sand - mostly for practical reasons. It would be amusing.

The kirin plodded along, taking up the rear in the procession and waiting for whatever answer the elf had for Arsu, listening attentively.

"Fire?" he chimed in, face lighting up with a notable amount of curiosity - and not a pyromaniac's sort. "You would - willingly make fire? It'd spread through the whole of Eridanus," Azizos continued, brows furrowing in worry. Just about every Gembound on this block knew that the moss-ridden room had suffered enough damage; scars from the last few blazes and a war still littered the jungle floor. It'd be a shame if suddenly he had to dispatch this elf before he became too feral and set the cave on fire as a silly prank.

But, the moment seemed to pass - fortunately, and Azizos moved on to fixing his gaze on the huge voodoo statue. Magicka thrummed against his skull, the spirals of his horn seeming to shift their reflections as he made to dredge it from the ground, pull it against gravity's flow. He moved it gently at first, giving Attikias a fair chance to move his arm before it went fully airborne. It spun slowly in the air, some foot in front of Azizos's immediate eyeline. The kirin lowered his head, eyes level with the horizon and taking note of the path. He followed along it, prying quietly, cautiously, "and did you ever become... lonely?" Even now, was the man lonely?

Azizos mulled over it for a moment, the slight realization that he really only interacted with his family on the regular. He mouthed uh oh to himself, ears moving backwards minutely. Perhaps, it wasn't such a bad thing for him as only talking to one Greater ever, but the lion-stag knew he had few relationships that he actually maintained and kept up with. He hadn't seen a single Gembound twice.

The marvel of the den was enough to distract him from those feverish thoughts, tools lying all about beneath the roof. It was less of an enclosed space and more of a lean-to, built up from the floor and sheltered rather well. Some ashy pit lay in front of it, carrying a faint scent of smoke. Azizos felt his magical hold slip just enough that he focused on orienting the statuette upwards and set it in a bare spot by the back wall. The shadows cast seemed to make it just a little less awful.

A soft smile tugged at his face as he sniffed at a stone and twist of metal, murmuring back to his brother, "to not have to use magic to carry things... what a thing - and speaking of, Attikias, what are these for?"

Mistake number two, elf boy: showing curious cat-deer to your home full of many more tools and strange objects. Azizos continued to nose around, growing more and more at ease with each of the foreign things presented to him. Attikias could, of course, expect further visits.