Worry. That's what Oliver would feel. Worry, a faint sense of panic, yet determination in spite of it... and underneath that, a stinging hatred for the Order. There was a lot more going on inside than Eithan's letting show on his face. Still, there was also that appreciation. Eithan was glad to have an ally - no, a real friend in Oliver. He wouldn't go forgetting that anytime soon.

"You know, Val'd say something just like that, I'm pretty sure. Don't worry, I'll be really careful."

His final question made hin blink, surprised by the shift in the conversation. He was even startled into a real laugh. "Yeah, no, I will," he answered with a grin, "I promise. I think if I put it off too much longer I'll go crazy."