[He smiles faintly. She is a teenager, after all... probably the glue that keeps her high school friends group together back home. (Little does he know, also regarding her hopes that he might come around with sight to the costumes - he'd rather endure torture than willingly humiliate himself!)

For a moment he considers asking if she'd like a reward for her support, but then decides against it - they really only talked a little, and as a noble it's her job, in a way, to offer non-martial assistance to her fellow people, right? Or does this not fall under that? God, he has absolutely no idea what a noble really does. If nothing else he wants to honour her faith in him. It does make him feel a bit better that at least one person's poor impression of him was ameliorated.]

I'm glad you think this way, Lady Monika.

[He offers a bow.]

It may take me a while to find all the right words, but I'll try to compose a sufficient message.