inner peace

A rustle broke through his meditation and his eyes came into focus just in time to come nose to nose with Aryn Valentine. He reared back slightly in surprise, and she stepped back too. He sighed - completely mentally, of course, and then immediately winced as her words poked at a very sensitive subject, RE: his new glow. He sent a faintly accusing glance at the fireflies - if they were truly some manifestation of the Fallen God's touch upon the world, surely they hadn't meant to bring him Aryn Valentine of the Adravendis? "Good evening, Miss Valentine," he sighed. "An unrelated mishap, I'm afraid. I've nothing to do with the glowing animals or fireflies." He kept his tone polite as he swept his eyes over her and then he paused a brief moment. She was much thinner than she'd been when they'd met, and even accounting for the possibility of baby pudge having gone away she seemed much scrawnier than she should have been. Only a flicker of eyes and ears betrayed his concern before he covered it. "I wouldn't have expected to see you in a place like this." He gestured to the misty forest around them, with the 'fireflies' and the faintly glowing fungi in the tree nearest them and the general creepy atmosphere. With the full moon filtering down through the bare tree branches with their drapes of moss over skeletal branches, it made for an especially frightful aesthetic, and not one he'd have expected Aryn to stumble upon him in. He closed his eyes briefly to try to regain that meditative state that watching the fireflies had dropped him into, but it was no use. He was far too certain that as soon as he stopped paying attention she would chew on a glowing rock or something, die, and he as the only one there would be suspect. He opened his eyes quickly to focus on her to make sure that she really wasn't chewing on anything weird.