He nods. “That… That makes sense.” As much as Tsukishima is fighting to keep cool and collected, there’s no hiding the slight tremor of interest in his voice. Of excitement. Riding a giant dragon… Who wouldn’t be excited by that? He draws himself into another respectful bow. “I’ll be in your care.”

Although, now that he’s thinking of it- “If it reassures you at all, in exchange for the sword I’m looking for, the person I was speaking with in town agreed to trade it for something that offers magical protection. I had it looked over by someone else, and it seems to check out, although I can’t confirm it for myself with how little I know about things here.”