And that accounts for part of his defensive prickle, anyway. Easy enough to imagine her claiming otherwise. The other part being, of course, that he has no interest in explaining how he came to be alone, or if he'd ever traveled with others.
"I'm just making sure it's alone by choice and not something else," she replies. It's just a few more moments of discomfort before she deems herself done, tying the end of the sutures and going over to her collection of salves to find one to put on top.
"People don't often come to the Ridge if they're out to see the world."
"It was my choice," he says, fervent. That much is the truth; he'd chosen to leave his friends safely — relatively safely — in Fal Dara. He'd chosen to leave the Eye by himself and let them think him dead. If it had been up to them, things would have been different. But he couldn't let them pay that cost.
"Why not?"
That unfamiliar name again, the Ridge. It'd be good to learn more about it.
"This is where people come to settle down. Not your long-term goal, I can tell," she murmurs, carefully dabbing her healing salve onto her stitchwork at his neck.
"But you won't find anyone trying to chase you out."
Light, she means well. He straightens hastily, apologizing, as soon as he manages to pull himself together. No one will try to chase him out, unless they find out who and what he is.
But he'll make sure it doesn't come to that.
"Sorry," he says again, and, "Thank you. Are you done?"
"I suspect I better be, before you barrel me over in your haste to escape me," she says, teasing, but maybe not entirely lacking seriousness. She steps back to wipe her hands.
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And that accounts for part of his defensive prickle, anyway. Easy enough to imagine her claiming otherwise. The other part being, of course, that he has no interest in explaining how he came to be alone, or if he'd ever traveled with others.
"I wanted to see more of the world, is all."
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"People don't often come to the Ridge if they're out to see the world."
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"Why not?"
That unfamiliar name again, the Ridge. It'd be good to learn more about it.
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"But you won't find anyone trying to chase you out."
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Light, she means well. He straightens hastily, apologizing, as soon as he manages to pull himself together. No one will try to chase him out, unless they find out who and what he is.
But he'll make sure it doesn't come to that.
"Sorry," he says again, and, "Thank you. Are you done?"
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"Come. I'll get you some food."
She turns, expecting him to follow.