"I didn't leave it. It wasn't there when I awoke. I looked. Someone stole it." He pets Fairy's ears, warmed by all this physical contact and attention. Maybe nothing is Wrong after all. Aside from his missing sword and his stifled powers, he doesn't see a problem with the current situation. Nestling comfortably into his uncle's arms, he sighs once.

But almost as soon as he's settled, the physical pleasure of the contact is inadequate and he's restless. His intelligence is intact, after all, and without emotions or introspection to keep his mind busy, he craves stimulation. "I'm bored."

Entertain him, uncle.