"I was not telling you to keep it, Medivh," Khadgar pointed out, brows raising as the hand was set upon his shoulder. "You are fidgeting without something to hold." Maybe he was a slight bit amused that Medivh assumed he was giving him the staff back.

Atiesh would be his one reminder in the end, when Medivh left after the Legion was dealt with he decided it wasn't worth arguing with the ex-Guardian over and instead made an agreeable sound at the suggestion that they move to one of the dusty couches would be better than the floor against a book shelf.

"Lead the way," he suggested and did not stop his hand from setthing on top of the one against his shoulder, "I am beginning to see what the Champions believe about me. For the most part, at least."