[ daylight is now pretty happy he has such an expressive place. he can feel his eyebrows shoot up on his forehead and that strangely specific phrase 'and disappear into his/her/their hairline' makes a lot of sense.

but after composing himself and thinking about it - looking down at the ground, tucking a hand under his chin while mulls over the newly offered angle - daylight can't help but be stuck on something: ]

... It's not bad, in the grand scale of things, but all of this- [ he makes a twirling gesture with a finger as he speaks, looking around them. ] -being given to us? Just like that? It's nothing but fishy. People or things don't do this stuff without wanting something in return.

[ and, in his experience, it's usually a lot that they're asking for. he doesn't mind helping if that's whatever/whoever wants that but why the secrecy? the weirdness? the threat of keeping them in line or else? ] And I rather not wait it out. We might be able to buckle down and hope for the best but what about others back home?

[ maybe it'll be like he left for an hour, with no one the wiser. maybe it'll be a century or more since he's vanished from thin air, leaving no traces of what happened to him. the uncertainty of it is what kills daylight the most, considering the situation he had to leave behind and the loved ones who are counting on him. ]