[ he can't exactly offer to help, which had been his first thought, but he needed to be realistic, here. he murmurs words of gratitude, reaching over to squeeze the round sphere of serph's shoulder before he drops it back to his lap. even the squeeze is not his strongest, but he thinks he could manage to cook a beast. for now, he'll give his attention to the symbol and message, writing it down and sketching the rune. ]

Anything that originates from the Celestial Realm on Runeterra. [ oh, that was a mouthful. let him get some air before going any further. this is all done as he scribbles, recalling anything from his library of memories, either from his trips, studies or mother. ] They're said to be the protectors of the universe. I . . . [ the huff comes like a single, breathy laugh. he doesn't know anything else following that, but ask him about geodes and he'll make a book. ] never had many history classes, back at the academy. That's all I know.

[ if he did, he probably didn't pay much attention. one track mind. ]