[It's really the kindness and understanding that gets Sannan's heart. He hasn't had a place or a purpose here, and before "here" it wasn't like his ambitions at home weren't unrealistically insane. Protecting people, he can do. Teaching people, he can do.

Looking at that little tiny touch of pink on Nazuna's cheeks, he can't do, and he looks down casually, folding his hands on his lap.]

You're... very kind to say something like that. I almost feel bad arming you. You might actually hurt someone, and then what will I do? [He smiles, eyes closing.] Well, other than praise you, of course. You've got the guts for combat, even if you don't have the necessity.