He inclines his head briefly, instead of saying you're welcome. So few words are needed much of the time. They're both still breathing, not experiencing coming back as a squid, so it's something. As fitting of timing that would be, dying isn't high on his agenda for the day.

As expected of omens, this one means something to the kid. Something akin to Alfred or Cristabel, in some respects, than Duty's omen. Something familiar in something new. Something heartbreaking.

"Your mileage may vary," Duty answers. A reflection of some kind. Not always what you want. "What's it mean?"