Definitely too much time. Sorey's barely even a week out of training. Vahvuus doesn't know the ins and outs of how the Abbey functions, but he'd surely have to be some kind of epic prodigy to get promoted that fast.

"We can be careful until we know more," he murmurs. He ponders the issue further for a long moment before it even occurs to him what he's doing- pondering, in other words, thinking, freely, without restraint, on how to resolve a problem that they both share. It's... surreal. Sorey's listening to his suggestions and considerations, helpful or otherwise. His opinion actually matters.

This responsibility... it's heavy. He doesn't hate it or anything, but he'll have to get used to this.

Quietly he moves to the edge of the stream and sinks back down into the water, hands lifting a cupful to splash it on his face. Unrestrained and free of the mask, it feels amazing. The cool air as it brushes over his wet skin, the clean sensation of fresh water soaking his clothes- all of it.

Suddenly he doesn't even want to dwell inside his vessel.