[It's not hard to locate or home in on Vash. Noticing his brother had also managed to, like many in Luceti, gain a wingspan worthy of being called a 'wingspan' was easy enough .. but different colored feathers. That's interesting, but not bad. He doesn't say hello; that's nothing unusual. He instead finds a perch on a limb big enough to support his weight, the heavy wingbeats enough to warn anyone he's there. No silent flight is this; he doesn't have an owl's wings.

And with his new perch, settles to observe. The same steady stare as usual. Hyt's influence really.. didn't seem to change much at all. They were well-suited to each other.

For a little while, Knives indeed says nothing! He doesn't say anything when he hops to the ground either, and begins poking around, picking up small stones and acorns and putting them in a pocket.

Then beckons.]

Come on. You won't be able to learn in here. I passed over a meadow a little while ago. If this change lasts, I'll show you how to modify your shirts and jackets so you don't have to cut them all up.

[It's remarkably neutral, almost emotionless, but he's still offering assistance.]