Abilities he didn't have, as inhumanly sharp as a SOLDIER's senses could be. He closes his eyes, listening not only to Elidibus' explanation but anything else that might catch his attention, from the drone of insects to distant birdsong. The festival is too far away for even his hearing to detect.

That's.. fine. He knew the way back. "A useful skill."

Not one that can be taught, if it required 'aethersense' to begin with. "...You did, yes. I'm still interested in doing so." Even with the scales and claws and sharpening teeth. "Though it grows more annoying to hold a sword properly, sooner may be better than later. I will not fight as a monster does." While he could use tooth and claw and melee combat, it wasn't what he preferred. He can't help becoming a monster, but he could resist acting like one.