He doesn’t try hiding the preen in his smile as Rama holds his chin and inspects his beard. As far as beards go he knows it’s not a pretty sight - not clipped and trimmed and flattering like the one on Rama, but he’s been fond of it. It makes him feel less connected to the old world he left.

“Trim, then wash,” he agrees. “And no one you need to know about, Rama. They aren’t here for you to threaten.”