Anxious Like The Ocean In A Storm

So Caeto apparently hadn't been feeling all that great when they had first met? Well that certainly explained a few things, his awkwardness of his behaviour, that initial struggle to get words out of the russet boy and how hard it had been for an actual conversation to begin with. Feelings aside however he still didn't look better. Sure that blank stare had gone replaced with somewhat more emotive features there was a sense of life as he looked at her though the way he brushed off the injuries as a 'mishap' rather than a rough spar or something would leave her a little worried.



"Well physically I'm certainly better." She would correct. Perhaps if he felt better then he was in fact actually doing better than her though she wouldn't dive into such truths. "Try refrain walking into mountains or whatever it is you've done though. You won't be feeling better for long if you keep that up." She wouldn't investigate any further, clearly he wished not to share the truth behind his wounds. It clearly didn't stop her offering some concerned advice for him however.



Perhaps if she was a more humorous girl or had shared the fact she had thought him rather dimwitted and slow during the early stages of their first meeting she would have made some joke about his detective skills. Instead however she would cut straight to the point. "Well you'd have realised that if you stuck around." He had agreed to travel with her after all though until he had called her just now she hadn't been sure when they'd meet again. "Exploring, remember. Though a mission of sorts as well, a casual meeting up with allies." She responded with the truth and though she doubted he'd enquire as to how the meetings were going, she already knew she'd refrain from sharing her findings in Solstice.