Ronan got the sense the white stranger wasn't the chatty type, and to some degree he could relate. He soldiered through small talk usually, but he couldn't say he even remotely enjoyed it. Hadn't found much joy since coming here, or in the past few years of his life in general. His gaze flitted back behind him, to the cliffs that surrounded the bay, kept it cut off from the rest of the coast. He stepped a little closer, tilting his head up as he eyed the rock face, noting how sheer and steep it was, tufts of plants grew between the cracks and he saw feathers stuck behind them. Seabirds nested here then.
"Right." He acknowledged, voice dry out of habit more than anything else. Wasn't about to ask for the stranger's life story, that's for sure.
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