You are someone else

For a moment he thought Aryn was going to bite him, her posture changing to something defensive like a cornered fox, before she seemed to realize what he was doing and relaxed. He looked down at her with a flat, unreadable expression for a moment, the kind that in its very unreadableness was very telling. He didn't back away after touching her antlers, but he didn't step forward again either. It was clear she wasn't telling him everything, but he let it go. For now. "You caught the sickness as well? I had hoped you had been able to avoid it, though I suppose it was not a very realistic hope, considering our last encounter." With the ghost canine, and all.

He turned his head away slightly, putting a little bit of emotional distance between them, trying to putting a leash back on his temper. Aryn had done nothing to earn that. "Are you enjoying the carnival?"