[ Sidon makes a light 'oof' sound as all several hundred pounds of him hit the floor and he scrapes himself up to rub at the now sore shoulder he landed on. Even as he does, he considers Mephisto's words and added whine with a slow, perplexed blink. ]

It is shocking, I do apologize if I haven't adequately conveyed that emotion. I was trying not to be rude. My instinct is to be hesitant, of course. I feel you may be trying to lead me down a path of suspicion as you tend to go about things... rather suspiciously. But.

[ Sidon shrugs a little, smiling warmly over at his new family. Then he takes Mephisto's arm now that the other man is close enough and pulls him into a full body hug. ]

It must be very different for you, whatever experiences your circumstances gave you. The people you were surrounded by. The things you had to cope with.

For me, I was a prince of a proud and noble people. They loved and supported me, as I loved and supported them. That love is what affords me the hope to believe in the best of people. Perhaps someday my sister and I will be able to pass that gift on to you.

For the moment...

[ Sidon pauses and his heart swells and he wishes Mipha was here with them right now. Perhaps Mephisto won't mind too much if Sidon tags along later to also visit his sister. ]

Know that I trust my sister. I trust her instincts for people. I trust her experience. I trust her wisdom. I trust she would not have opened herself to you without good reason, and I trust that your virtues are there even as I learn myself to see them. You have never done anything but help me, while going about it your own way.

You are family to us, and that is good enough for me, whatever dark truths you may think you carry.