[ Syrlya is not letting them move on, of course. Trahearne's lips purse into a thin line as his gaze settles on him. There's a pang of...something he does not quite recognize in his chest, and he gives a quiet sigh.

There are a lot of feelings in his chest, and it takes a moment for him to extract and identify those he has for Kaeya. ]

I am...fond of him, perhaps more so than any of the other strangers I've met thus far, and I care for him as a friend. [ He studies Syrlya for a moment as he considers his words. ] But I would be hard pressed to consider it serious.

[ He realizes, right after he says it, that he sounds dismissive. That isn't actually the case--it certainly isn't a game to him. But he thinks there's a part of him that's scared Syrlya might think it is serious. ]