A stranger seemed to melt from the rocks behind them. Erik's ears began to flatten, gaze flickering from Tenshi to the carefully curated escape route that he'd been mapping in his head. Did they need to run? While he was a fighter, Erik knows his limits. There also... well, it didn't look like there was need to fight yet. His instincts settle for a long moment, realizing that the woman before them doesn't look aggressive... yet. The healer's nudge to his shoulder, her expression... Erik would follow her lead for now.
Tenshi's use of his father's surname leads the boy to bristle some. What had his father done? It was news to Erik, though there were bigger things at hand. He would do his best to conceal the stiffness at the admission, and instead let his gaze rest on the woman before them. She's beautiful, refined in a way that Erik was unfamiliar with. Right, he should focus. At the mention of his injury, Erik tilted his head to show the wound. It was angry, likely too close to one of the crystals. Clean, but the scabbing has clearly been disturbed. A cursed child, trying to repair his wounds would always come with trial and error. He's still bleeding.
He doesn't speak, though his expression remains neutral. For now, he doesn't need to.
