Normally Crux had a sort of sixth sense for when anyone was looking at his leg, even if he wasn't looking directly at them but right now his mind was so wholly focused on his own self-consciousness that he was much less aware, much less focused on the world right now. He nodded as the girl agreed a drink sounded good, thinking to himself that that was good. It was her next words that finally forced his attention to snap back to her.
For a moment Crux considered his options here. He knew little enough about Insomnia himself, had never been there of course but he was aware that there seemed to be tension between Armada and them. He didn't know why though. The girl didn't seem dangerous in any way, even he could have probably knocked her over and unless she was a top tier actress who could fake a fit so well he'd thought it was real it seemed unlikely that she was a spy. Besides he had made something of a habit of befriending wolves from packs his father didn't seem to trust, the feather pendant he wore around his neck was proof enough of that. So friendly but not necessarily forthright it was. He'd just live with having no doubt that she'd seen his leg by now and consider it even for the knowledge he had gleaned that she was likely someone with breathing issues.
"Yes, I am." He said finally, settling himself on his haunches so he felt less like he was towering over her, not that it helped much. "My name is Crux Fatalis. Who's your friend?" It wasn't like he knew all of his family intimately, his older siblings in particular weren't exactly friendly a lot of the time and the ones that were had their own shit going on but it seemed unlikely that he wouldn't know whoever the young woman would mention. Especially if she had taken to crawling around lands this close to his own home.
