[ Amos' eyebrows go up at that click of the tongue, the way Diluc is trying to assert himself as Kaeya's caretaker over anyone else here — let alone the people who have been with him for the past nearly-year — but he's got no problem with it, really. At least it means the guy cares. It's not like he needs to win Amos over, so fair enough.

His expression resets when Diluc's done, Amos propping himself back up a little at the challenge(?). Or at least at the way Diluc doesn't exactly seem to be about all of this. Still relaxed overall, but less casual. More alert, just in case he needs to be after all. ]

I'm not exactly one for metaphors, but I'd imagine there're plenty of people who pull a lot of shit in broad daylight too. [ Shit, he's lived it; it's familiar enough to him that his voice is an offhand drawl more than anything else. ] Most places aren't innocent. Something to be said about being where your people are, though. Where they'll look out for each other.

[ Because really, what else could anyone possibly need? And Highstorm's got it in spades. ]