[AW] -- is this the end of the moment;

[Lasairian]

is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?

He can't help but be as distracted as he is, and for many reasons, but it wasn't the best of things when the lands were still full of so many unknowns. There could be danger lurking, and Lasairian could have been ambushed simply for his lack of being aware. He should have been, for those things and more, but here he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he had taken far too long to realize that someone was around. That they were close enough to speak up, and he hadn't noticed until just then.

Not good on his observational skills in any way, that much was for sure. He had enough self ridicule going on through his head for it, but he wouldn't let that cloud his expression. No, he wanted to be polite in greeting others, and apologetic in the fact that he had been so lost in thought that he did not notice her there before she had spoken. He was curious about the scar on her face and the story it might tell, but there was no way he could ask such a personal thing. Only silently muse on it, and keep his eyes elsewhere.

He wouldn't mind discussing how he got the rune scarred into his shoulder, though the tale had some parts to it that might raise a brow or two when spoken of. Uncommon practice, what he had done to put that there. Certainly as to why he had done it and what it meant. Those two things he might not want to discuss outright, though. Some things were a little too fresh and close to home for him to speak of. Even if he had done it years ago. Yet there was a good reason as to why is was still a bloody color.

Mostly, because he had done that very much on purpose. Lasairian hadn't wanted it to fade like some scars tended to do. Bleeding from the eyes on occasion, well, that was just a birth abnormality that he couldn't really shake away. He endured, tried mostly to ignore it when at all possible. Yet the dried trails down his face still remained. The thoughts don't get to stay, he's attentive to the mare there with him now. He feels like there's something knowing about her, though. He could sense it, almost.

Lasairian just doesn't know what it was or what it meant. She does look cold, though, and that is hard for him to ignore. He doesn't imagine her response is all that sincere, but how could he tell that it wasn't just because she was cold and nothing more than that? He couldn't. She turns the question to him, and Lasairian ponders it a moment, "things could always be worse, and this isn't the worst place to be right now," he responds honestly to her. And then, "if you're cold, you can get closer, and I will turn my other side towards the wind," he offers it gently.

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