The lad simply kept nodding idly as Alija told of everything she knew and, well, didn't actually know of the wardens. Suppose he'll just have to ask around, for what that'll be worth in this place, anyway. When the girl offered to help him find an actual warden if he failed to so on his own, Ein rose a brow. Then came the almost longing offer to come visit her if he could... in a minute he'd have started guessing at some deluded affection from the girl, though she did start to say goodbye, and he saw her out of his new little broom closet with a simple:
''Right, right... Good night. And, eh, thanks.'', he gave away the poorest of excuses for a bow with those words. There were many things Einar wasn't used to, being greatful to someone was chief among those. For a couple of minutes after Alija'd leave, Ein remained laying awake on his newly dusty matrace, tiredly awing at the fact that kind folk like her still existed within the world, let alone on Sahova on all places. Thankfully, sleep took him before his compassion could start itching, and before he could start pondering how Alija's everyday life went in this good-for-nothing cesspool of buggering degenerates.