On this front, Zephyr can and will lie through his teeth. "Huh, cool," he says absently. "Where I'm from, wind is more likely to be Sylph, or some variation on it. Wouldn't call a kid Sylph, though." No one wants to offend spirits. "Nice to hear I'm useful, though."

This is teasing right back at her. When she's down, Zephyr glances her over a little more thoroughly, puts a face to the name, nods. "I've been doing what I can, but like you said. Everyone's stretched thin, and I'm just one guy. Teamwork might help a bit."

Vee gets a third look; after a moment Zephyr shrugs. "Sure, okay. Soul stuff?" It covers a lot of ground. "She helps, that's good enough."