Vahvuus offers up a quiet, thoughtful hum, leaning back against the bank to lie the way Sorey had, imitating his posture curiously, his feet still dipped into the water. This is... nice. The sun's warm and his feet are cold, with the light shining down on his skin instead of heating up the mask until it scalds. Strange, how he hadn't known what he wanted until it was handed to him.

"I'm not sure I understand myself yet, but I'll try to do my part, too." It feels more honest and equalizing than just a simple agreement to follow orders, or answer questions when instructed. It's more active, more... intentional? Yes, that.