I suppose… [ he trails off, once again recalling an even older memory—his first step to becoming a butler, long ago at the doorstep of Castle Krakenburg. His only memory of the past. But she quickly breaks through his own reverie with her introductions, and despite himself there’s this quirk to his lips that might’ve been an attempt to smile, but who knows with him, really. ]

And quite the mouthful, Lady Sakura. But I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. I am Jakob, shinki to the god Henir.

[ He stares at her for a brief moment, brows creased in thought as if he’s trying to remember something, before continuing: ]

And while I might not be able to locate your shinki for you, I can borrow from my god’s extensive resources to aid you in that endeavor.

[ AKA that little holographic search engine that masquerades as a cat-cube. It does defer to Jakob anyway, so why not? ]