To a room with some lace and paper flowers

Reaper noticed how Mae was looking at the infamous C scar that encircled around his left eye. He gave a soft smile. "The scar you see is from my father. It is a symbol of our pack. It is carved into your skin in a style and location of your choosing during one's carnage initiation." He explained proudly. He was proud to have underwent such a old tradition, by his father none the less. So he saw the scars as a symbol of his blood, his dedication, something to pass down. He listened to Mae explain more about her mother and a goddess that had guided her. He flicked an ear curiously. "Who was the Goddess, if I may ask?" He questioned lightly. He never heard of any Gods outside of Seether. So he was curious to know if there were any that Mae may know of that he didn't.

"It's no problem. Given our situation it's ok to be a little down." He admitted with a small shrug. Her laughter made his features twist into a smile. "I'm lucky to have ran into you. Who knows who else roams these lands." He didn't like the idea of running into unsavory individuals, even if he was capable of violence himself. He knew there were a lot worse than himself. He didn't have family to rush in and help, like his father would. For the first time he was without their support and protection. He wasn't sure he liked it all too much.