Tychon was not overly thrilled with how wordy the boy was. He listened to all of Faust's explaining. The older male's logic was just because he wasn't trying to hurt someone, didn't mean it wasn't possible. When he reached an appropriate spot, he leaned a little ways over, motioning his head for Faust to do the same. Small rocks first... Loosened bigger ones," he breathed slowly. There was much more he could have said, but perhaps Faust would get his point just by seeing the aftermath of one. Perhaps the spot they had been before would not have caused something to happen, but loosing the small rocks just right, or them hitting others just right to loosen the bigger ones was quite devastating.

His amber gaze drifted back to the boy, wondering if he understood. As lengthy as he spoke, the cream and brown coated brute figured Faust would. Tychon could only shrug as to the question though. Why he had been attacked, he didn't really remember. With Masque though, and the damage to his throat, he remembered more vividly. "Friend is safe..." he rasped, "Wandering gypsy." The final query though gave him pause. Worth it? Tychon nodded, "Yes... Alive, unhurt... Good friend."

Yes, Masque was a good friend, even if her wandering ways did keep him from seeing her. However, Tychon ended up huffing at Faust. The boy really did talk a significant amount. "Too many questions," he grumbled. But a strangled sounding sigh escaped him. As gruff as he was, he couldn't be too hard on the pup. "Old God..." he paused, thoughtfully for a moment, "Of chance." In the end, he didn't mind educating the boy at least a little bit. After all, it was the only way he would be less of a nuisance.