Where the Sky Hangs

He didn't know why he was wandering out of the land where he'd found asylum. It wasn't as if the larger boy had beckoned him or given him any inclination that it was proper or even acceptable to follow him. And yet something drew him after the darker fellow, and so he would follow. He'd purposely left Miliani, telling her he would check out their surroundings and reminding her it was imperative she stay hidden and more importantly - out of the way. She had begrudgingly obliged him - for now - though he knew it wouldn't last. When he returned she would certainly be in the middle of some sort of trouble. It didn't much matter, he'd always gotten her out of it before.

A sigh fell from his lips, one of equal parts contentment and uncertainty. He didn't know his role here, didn't know what his future might begin to look like. He'd eaten, and rested, and his strength and vigor were slowly returning - as was his weight. But that didn't mean he could begin to forget what had happened, or what might happen. It was his sister he truly feared for, but today.. today he needed time for himself.

And so he trailed timidly behind the larger, filled-out boy so willing to leave Imperium. He had likely been born here, Shaw reckoned, and probably hadn't a care in the world to go wandering. Shaw admired his bravery as he slunk into the waves, allowing the water to swallow up the lower portion of his legs. "Are you not afraid?" came the query from inky lips. He couldn't hide in the shadows forever, after all.