Serph blinks slowly at the offer, eyes marginally widening in surprise. When Sera had been with them, he'd liked listening to her telling him about things he couldn't quite fully understand. Most of what she'd spoken of didn't exist in the Junkyard but he liked hearing about them all the same, their discussions soft and quiet between all the fighting, moments of gentleness in a land filled with harshness. The things Sera spoke of always sounded so fantastical but maybe those things existed in Nirvana, once upon a time. When he was with her, he felt...

...

He lets out a quiet exhale, wings relaxing before a smile curls at the corners of his mouth. "I'd like that." Folding his arms, he leans against the side of his vehicle. "Can you tell me a good memory of your world?"