[ Leon curls his abs so that the pillow can come under his head. He shifts beneath the newly attained blanket, some pain surging through his leg as he does. When he's settled under, he exhales, wondering if whether or not such questions had actually been so trivial. Sure, he had little ability to do anything with the affairs of this time, but his curiosity remained. ]

"Thank you." [ For the blanket and the pillow. ]

[ He wants to ask more questions, but feels that doing so is in direct defiance of not focusing on trivialities, so. ]
"...After you returned here, Rinaldo wouldn't believe that I met with you in his cabin. He thought I made you up." [ He shuts his eyes, like he's trying to find enough peace to let himself sleep. ]