"I'll start learning," Felassan says, which may or may not be true. Depends on how possible it is, among other things. Annoyingly, aggressively mischievous means the wind sprites remind him more than anything of spirit wisps. Children. More sympathetic than a lot of things in this world and his own.

He lets go of his ears to gesture to the freshly wrecked house.

"I'll help you," he says. Why not? The better things he might have to do in an ideal world aren't within his power here. "Let me wheel these where they belong and I'll be back."