"Ah, right... Suppose that's to be expected."
He scratches his cheek, seeming a little unsure what he could even say. Poor girl...
"Well, you seem to doing a good job with her on your own. Not that I expected any different."
"Yeah, sure. That works for me."
He says with a shrug. Though even if he's trying to act cool about it, the fact Tredd hasn't complained yet must mean he's looking forward to it.
"Well obviously if giving up your soul is just a fancy way to say dying, then sure, I wouldn't want him doing that either.
But if the Astrals just wanted him dead, wouldn't they have just killed him by now anyway? What are they getting from all this?"
"I'm just saying, I genuinely don't know what's the big deal over giving up your soul if it means you can keep your memories...
I'm not trying to be an asshole here, I'm just not smart and genuinely don't know what's so important about having a soul."
"You sure? I mean, I could probably use a hand... But you don't need to do all the work for me."
Or rather — he doesn't want Gladio to do it all. This trip is for the both of them, and Gladio's always helping Tredd out as it is.
"It's alright, I guess. Kinda relaxing. Plus, it sorta feels good just... making something. Like, even if it looks like shit, it's still kind of cool."
"I love throwing punches as much as the next guy, but, I can't. Not good for the hands. And I got to finish painting my pottery pieces."
... He's really taking this hobby seriously.