[It isn't that he so much lacks confidence as just knows that he is still very much a junior in this world of deities and their minders. He knows he has so much to learn from the Morrígan, from Alphonse, too, that he usually spends his time observing. He helps when and where he's told and, despite his usually tender, quiet and caring smiles, he isn't afraid to stand up and be counted in the hour of need.
That hour seems to be now, his eyes fixed on his goddess momentarily before he moves away to tend to some of the crows still in the flock that made it here. He doesn't need to have spent so much time around them to know they're weak. The way he carries himself, muscles tight across his shoulders, makes it clear how he feels about this whole situation, about the strange situation they all find themselves in. Foreboding without any idea as to who is behind all of this.]
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That hour seems to be now, his eyes fixed on his goddess momentarily before he moves away to tend to some of the crows still in the flock that made it here. He doesn't need to have spent so much time around them to know they're weak. The way he carries himself, muscles tight across his shoulders, makes it clear how he feels about this whole situation, about the strange situation they all find themselves in. Foreboding without any idea as to who is behind all of this.]