[It hardly takes working eyes or even a glance for Tenka to know that Sousei is not addressing him. Not properly. He's speaking to him the way he would any resident of the area– and even then he finds it far too detached! How does the Captain of the Yamainu expect to comfort some poor villager with a tone as icy as that?

Tenka smiles faintly.

Ah, but that isn't the purpose of the Yamainu, is it? It never was.] Yes, yes!

Anything you say, Sou–sei. [He says breezily, swinging his arm forward until he catches the edge of the chair. From there he shuffles towards it and plops down unceremoniously, letting out a groan far too loud to be exasperated.] I must admit, I didn't expect losing all sight to be so taxing! Maybe we could have some biscuits sent up here? Tea perhaps?

Ah– or maybe that wouldn't be the best idea... [He mumbles around the words, just a hint of bemusement hidden under them. How he wishes he could see the stiff line of Sousei's shoulders– wishes he could chop a hand between them to get him to relax. His sandals scraps the floorboard restlessly.

How he wishes he could see right about now, regardless of the circumstances.] I, Kumou Tenka, will answer to the best of my ability!