She seemed as content to be stared at as he was at staring; the serious boy even found a slight grin creeping over his lips, an expression that wavered momentarily across his face before disappearing. Perhaps it was Faria's foreignness that made it so easy to forget all the pain that he had been holding inside his heart, even if the relief was only temporarily. Another few wary, careful steps would be taken closer to her -- as though she might disappear into thin air if he moved too quickly. Even still, she seemed content to wander closer and his eyes would shine with interest as she spoke again.
"You have companions?" he'd probe gently. A slight feeling of jealousy tugged at his heart; though he couldn't quite place why he felt suddenly envious of her. Perhaps it was because he'd found himself alone again, or because she was completely out of his league. Not even in a romantic sort of way -- he was honestly too young to think about such things -- but just in a general sort of way. "I don't really know," he answered honestly, his voice wavering slightly. There was a rare moment of weakness that fluttered across his face, feeling a bit uncomfortable suddenly. "I have family north of here, but last time I saw them they were being held as prisoners. My parents and I escaped south, but they're dead now." It was a painful truth to admit and he'd shift his weight from one paw to the other uncomfortably as he eyed her.
