You are someone else

A sudden familiar voice had him drop his paw away from his aching head to blink at Aryn. Blink, because the sight of her was not as familiar as it should have been. The small set of antlers was very unexpected, as was the sight of the normally dreamy, peaceful girl wearing what appeared to be leather armor. "Aryn?" he said with faint surprise in his voice, though it was less a question than a startled exclamation. He stood and stepped closer, his eyes studying her as though seeing her for the first time, before shaking his head. "I don't hate crowds. I only needed a moment's space to rest," he finally answered her, ignoring her second question. No, he wasn't ok. No, he wasn't going to tell anyone that. "And you? You seem..." He frowned as he swept her more closely with an increasingly intense gaze. "What happened?"