[He was an idiot not to have put it together before. He should have seen the signs of youth in his voice, even if it wasn't always clear in the way he looked. Maes was a little more accustomed to strange shapes and sizes given his time with the Circle, but it still was hard to shake a prejudice of bigger must mean older. But the way he addressed people, the way he treated the spirits, and the idealistic way he seemed to think they could all get along.

Youth. It all screamed youth and Maes had been working under the assumption that Daylight was older somehow. Not that it necessarily changed how Maes would treat him, Daylight had certainly prove himself, but it did change how Maes would probably approach Daylight from here forward. It was like working with Alphonse all over again.]

I've been all right, all things considered.

[No sense talking about the horrors of the forest and that one spirit. That was all in the past and they had a new problem to deal with at the moment.]

I've been taking up a new hobby. These stones are showing up just about everywhere and I've always been pretty good at finding things. Seemed like the thing to do was to help people find these stones of theirs.

[He fishes his in pocket, producing a stone for Daylight carefully held in one of his knitted gloves he'd collected from the trees but had not used as bartering material. The glove was a deep, rich purple.]

It was...[It wasn't good or bad entirely. He's not sure how to classify this one.] well, I could relate to it in a lot of ways. I can't deny that I'm a nosy person, but every time I pick one of these up I feel like I'm crossing a line somehow. So, here.

[He offers it up for Daylight, though if he wants to take it along with the glove he can.]