"It's one thing to be skilled, and another to share that talent with others," Ishiah countered in turn, his own way of giving a compliment, though one muted at best— he didn't feel that it would have done much for either Trixa or himself had he prostrated himself in gratitude, their friendship too reliant on the fact that both were on solid ground, both equals in their own way, capable of helping the other, no struggling power dynamic between them.

Besides, Ishiah didn't wax poetic about just anyone, and hadn't even done so often with Robin himself.

"But I'll be waiting."