The question makes him tense, red eyes darting to the edge of the tableβthe wall, a chair. Anywhere that can hold his avoidance.
Unbearable as the silence is⦠uncertainty stirs, teeth catching his lower lip.
βUhβ¦β
Well. Itβs not as if they can expel himβ
βI thought the ruins in the south might -
- be worth visiting.β
The momentary eye contact makes his skin crawl, avoidant gaze trailing to the documents.
β¦ When was the last time he ate? He hadnβt thought about it in some time, but he didnβt π§π¦π¦π hungry.
"Ah, I wouldnβt want to intrudeβ I can get something down at the marketsβ¦ But thank you."
You keep appearing from thin air⦠Like some spirit stalking anyone who dares to sneeze.
"β¦ You thought I died?"
Says the boy who disappeared forβ¦ a while. But in his defenseβa round trip to the nationβs edge is difficult!
Staring down the other, a small crease in his brow.
βI thought you didnβt like stewβ¦β
"βThey?β"
Oh, Archons⦠was he being dragged to some odd potluck? A grimace spreads before he can catch himself, but he plays along all the same.
Sighing, he takes the spot beside the other, hands settling in his lap. Ugh.
"Iβm not very hungry. Waiting isnβt an issue, reallyβ¦β