[ Howl huffs a noise that's too detached to be a laugh and too apathetic to be a scoff. ]

...Well, that's all you need to be happy, who am I to question it?

[ He's totally questioning it, though. Is the bad so low that surviving is all it takes? How bleak. Surely a person deserves to ask for more than that from life.

But Howl hates arguing and is not here to argue. His congenial smile returns as he glances over her regal wings. ]

I apologize, in that case. It seems I had unfairly assumed the worst of Set, based on all that nonsense during his sermon.