"So you survived." Camilla sighed as she passed him in the hall. It was exhausting just being in his presence... And she was loathed to admit it but he did add a sort of fun to the monastery. When his mischief was aimed at someone else at least.
"I saw your daughter with some of her classmates earlier."
Azama flinched at the sound of Camilla's voice, the click of her heels - flinched, and bristled. Brows lifted as he paused and shifted slightly to face her and watch as she passed by. I'm innocent, his expression seemed to say, so if she had come here to falsely accuse him of anything, or gods forbid sock him in the nose again,
well,
she could just forget it, okay?!
"I'm a cockroach, remember? Surviving is what cockroaches do," he replied, carefully neutral for the once. He, uh, wasn't scared of her, all right? Perish the thought! He was just, err, busy. Yeah. That's right. He had places to be, and hadn't the time to be antagonizing the definitely-not-frightening woman right now.
Mmhmm!
Brows furrowed. "Huh?"
What game was she playing here...?
Hrm...
"... I... haven't seen all of your family, but I hope you've found them, too."
Just kidding. He didn't actually say any of that out loud. His nose still hurt just looking at her, after all. So, Azama kept his well-wishes to himself.
"Oh. Thanks." This, alongside a curt nod, was, instead, all he managed before turning and continuing on his way.
