He feels utterly safe out here in Delumine, and if that's a good thing or bad, Lasairian doesn't feel concerned. There were most certainly things out there that could cause harm; things that Lasairian could no longer go toe to toe with, but he doesn't think of it here. This is not the forest close to the Bheo with the free for all rules and usual killings, the one place close to his birthplace where anything and everything is tolerated. No, this is something else, this is the forest of the Dawn court, nighttime or not, and that makes all the difference.

At least to Lasairian, it does. Maybe the rules don't concern everyone, but there were enough reasons as to why this forest feels too much like home for Lasairian to feel true concern. This was the forest that shifted into the library the closer north one went, and there was no place like it in all of Novus. It was his favorite place, and he spent more time there than anywhere else. It called to him, that library with all it's books and knowledge, and Lasairian could not turn away from it. He would not, because it was more his lifeblood than anything else here.

For that reason, the inky dark of it isn't as terrible as it could be. Lasairian knew these trails well enough -- admittedly because he had gotten lost within this forest plenty of times trying to get to the library in earlier days -- so he had been pressed to sort it out for himself, map out within his mind where he was and any landmarks that spoke out to him on his numerous travels. His hooves know where to take him, and Lasairian trusts that by now. It's a strange form to be contained within, but he felt oddly adjusted to it already.

Like most of his new life here, that Lasairian had not expected to go so well. But so much of it seemed to work out in his favor, and he was ever so grateful for that fact. The chill was normal by now to him, though he could not have always said such a thing. There had been no real cold at the Bheo, so it was a weather that differed from what he knew growing up, and something he had been taught to fear. Here, however, Lasairian learned that he could withstand it much better than he had thought possible. Sometimes it even felt nice through his fur.

Eventually, he can see the light out there, something that isn't natural in the musky forest, between the shafts of normal moonlight through the breaks of canopy above. Lasairian moves closer, curious as always, to see what it's all about. Nothing that seems nefarious, once he can make out the lantern shape and the way it glows off an equine form. Lasairian calls out a gentle greeting, unwilling to spook the other in such a setting as this. He means no harm and wants to instill that fact in the other, "hello there," and he proceeds slowly.

Her slight flinch away from him as he approached was kept in mind, as he was unwilling to make the same mistakes and cause her to be more wary of him if he could at all help it. There might be no getting around it, though, which he would understand if that was merely how things went for her. Otherwise, Lasairian was trying to be aware of what made others uncomfortable around him, adjusting his actions and mannerisms around what he knew, what he was learning. A slow task, perhaps, but he was still very much learning as to what made those in these lands tick and so forth.

He wanted to better himself in fitting in here, so observing even these small things like those little reactions mattered to him. He was keeping an eye on what he could, wanting to assimilate into the culture and learn from it. This could help him become a better medic, and be more approachable to those that might eventually seek his assistance. That was half the point of his taken job, wasn't it? Having a good bedside manner was crucial in this kind of work. Lasairian took that responsibility seriously, and wanted to present the fact that he did. He also wanted others to feel safe around him, even in conditions like this, where it was not so easy to see what was out there.

When the mare spoke in response to his greeting, Lasairian's gaze was thoughtful over the manner she spoke, but not at all put off from it. There hadn't been any he knew of here to speak that way, but that didn't hinder him when he had known some to speak in that manner at the Bheo, as if still clinging to the past in which they had been prevalent in. Those that had stopped going out into the world or refused to change with the times. Lasairian isn't sure he can blame them for it, as even he did not wish to go until he felt he absolutely had to. That was why he had found his way here, after all. Pushed to it, though he was at ease with the choice by now.

He shakes his head as if to show her that there is nothing to pardon, offering a light smile her way instead. She gave her name to him, and told him that she was a squarer -- he had to quirk an eyebrow at that for a moment, brief as it was -- then she was saying it was officially a soldier, which made more sense to Lasairian. Therefore, he nodded to her, storing away this information. Knowing it was only polite to give his name and rank, Lasairian does so, "I am Lasairian, a medic," he spoke up to her, giving no other information on it, since she had not given more either. He could, however, give a reason for being out here, so she knew he wasn't intending to be a creeper, "I was headed towards the library, though maybe a bit off the normally beaten path," he added lightly.

Perhaps Lasairian wasn't old enough to be wary of his chosen occupation, or hadn't gone through enough losses during it to feel like it was wearing him down. He had only helped with healing others so far -- watching, learning, assisting -- and never on his own. Lasairian had taken up the medic role after arriving here, because while he had learned a great many things about it over his years, it had not been his first choice. It was what he knew, yes, but before Novus, Lasairian had been more immersed in magic studies. That had been his passion, and in many ways it still was.

He simply had more to study now, and without magic of his own, he felt he would be of more use in what else he had known. Hence the medic rank. He knew what it was about, had the teachings and the skills. What better to keep learning and follow through with than this, if it was the best option left to him? That wasn't to say he did not know how to be anything else, because it was entirely possible that he could be able to swing a more warrior lifestyle if he needed to. He had enjoyed the sparring back where he was from, after all.

Yet that did less to help others, and Lasairian wanted to be that sort of person, instead. He wanted to learn more, and a medic seemed more appropriate for that way of thinking. At least for now. Would he eventually grow tired of becoming a medic? Worn down from it? Maybe. He couldn't see it now, but it was always something that could still befall him. He had things to fall back on if so, and had no true concerns over what it would mean. At this point, however, he would keep going as he was, and soak in the knowledge that he could obtain.

He thinks, also, that this would have made Caydren smile to know of, too. A healer and a witch -- because even without magic all of that did not just die or wither away, it was too ingrained in who he was -- and Lasairian still had his views, the ways he would look at things, pray, even. He would still brew his teas, still collect crystals and find glowing lights something to be fond of. He would still research magic where he could, still reach for it and remember what it felt like to have it. Lasairian would not forget any of these things, just hold onto them for now.

Listening to Maerys speak, telling him that he was kind to care for his brethren in the case of being a medic? It made Lasairian nod, because while he might not have grown up around other equines, they certainly were his peoples now. He had taken to this sort of life with relative ease, and he hadn't expected to. There was so much about this place and how he was now living that he had not expected to warm up to so soon. But here he was, doing it. He was still figuring things out as he went, but it was interesting and somehow all still made sense.

So he nods to her, not sure if there was any appropriate way to vocally respond to something like that where he wasn't being flippant or self deprecating. A nod seemed safe enough, and so he left it at that. More words from Maerys and Lasairian almost objected over it -- he was always happy to give pause in his studies for a conversation, a moment to socialize and possibly learn from others -- but she had continued, and spoke of walking. To which, if she meant to walk with him to the library, Lasairian was all for that, "that sounds like a great idea, Maerys," he said, beginning to walk alongside her.

It couldn't be anything more than standard, because there was only so much that Lasairian could offer anyone here. Friendship, conversations, medical assistance, possibly directions or other information; but he was a little more limited than other equines. Certainly he had done this to himself, and he did not regret it, but he was never going to be anyone's romeo here. There would be no trysts or courting, because he was too devote in his beliefs to have anything but virginal blood in his veins. Before all of this, before Novus, it was blood and rune magic that he had immersed himself in, for healing and otherwise. He held to that even now.

Even while he had no magic to speak of, nothing to suggest he might ever gain it back, he holds to this. His belief was wrapped up in more than religion, of course, but he had known of his sacrifices for it all long ago when he had made those vows. Yes, there was one, and only one way around it, but it was not obtainable. Perhaps he had done it that way on purpose, so that he would never be more than slightly tempted. So that even the temptation of it all could not sway him from his path. He was centered in what he had chosen. He was at peace with his choices in this manner, just as he was with his taking of the medic rank here.

Having something else to fall back on in the rank department was always a good thing, and while he felt that he could settle into a warrior type rank, he did not expect to want that anytime soon. He had done his time in the fighting pit of the Bheo, and while he was proud of his accomplishments there, he did not feel the need to have any such things here. Not to say that Lasairian did not want to be accomplished in a medical field, because he most certainly did. He was still trying to debate which specialty he would go for, if ever he got that far up. It didn't seem all that easy on one's own merits, though. A system based more on teamwork made that much more complex.

He wanted to rise up on his own work, but since that wasn't really how things worked here -- at least for his field and several others -- he had to give thought on finding another medically inclined in which to work with. Something that he hadn't been giving enough thought to, though he knew he should be. Another day, perhaps. He just needed to get to that point, to find someone that wouldn't let him down. A work in progress, but he believed that eventually, someday, he might get there. Slowly, in time, his skills might be put to use, but Novus felt very quiet to him at this point. Maybe healers weren't all that needed, but he held fast in it.

Lasairian walks alongside Maerys in calm silence for some moments, until she was asking him if he knew of any monsters that lurked here. Now Lasairian had a different view of what monsters were than some others might, but he didn't want to talk about the kind of unknowns that made people think monster based one one bit of information. He did not believe that any of this forest's inhabitants were monsters -- just creatures looking to survive in any ways they knew how -- but he knows better than to say that here and now. It's not what she was seeking. Easier to just go with the flow of it, to cater to what he knew was being sought out.

So he clears his throat gently and gives her a thoughtful look, "I know there are creatures here that are massive and dangerous. They might not be what I consider a monster, but something that others might. The Bramblebear, for instance. It is not quite a bear, but something different and more. Some would consider it a monster here, though I think it's merely the biggest predator in the woods, and it, like all of us, needs food to survive. Unfortunately, that means it would most certainly eat any of us, if it can catch us," he responds to her questioning. He'd only caught a glimpse once of what he thought might be the creature, but otherwise had seen drawings of it within the library. Warning signs, as it were.