Dun nodded firmly, taking the lesson in hand. He was already a startlingly altruistic boy; he'd always shared his sweets, given away spending Knuts, helped others with homework instead of focussing on his own. He didn't know if he could handle any more responsibility... but he knew Acacia meant responsibility of a very different type to the self-imposed selflessness he was used to.

He fidgeted with a loose thread on the swing's rope as he mused on whether or not to bring this up. And then he did: "I just feel so much more grown-up, so suddenly, and I don't know why. I was wondering if it might be... because of what happened. Or what didn't happen", he corrected himself darkly. What if the temporal anomaly that had "brought him back to life" had also messed with his mind...?