[If Tyki's supposed to be offended, he doesn't really respond appropriately. Instead he laughs lightly, amused at being called a hoarder and not really disagreeing. He's been a pack rat as of late, filling his shop with everything he can find. It's easier to fill his time wandering about looking for items than it is to fill his time in desperation longing for his family. It hurts too much when he's quiet, reflection and simplicity are his enemies in Hadriel.

Tyki raises an eyebrow at the whole passing out business.] Sure, but don't expect me to princess carry you anywhere. You'll be hauled off like a rotten sack of potatoes. Reluctantly and without too much grace to the ordeal. [Then he pauses for a moment, and sighs.] Are you likely to pass out from this? Must be hard work.