Raine's had cooler reactions to her presence, though uncommonly. She doesn't know what to make of his chilliness at first, but then again-- even if he's from another world, he is an elf. She wouldn't be surprised if he's reacting to the nature of her mana. Disappointed, but not surprised. Her shoulders lift a little, set.
And yet he softens just as quickly, it seems. Raine takes a moment to study him -- the pale lines of his tattoos, the skeletal structure that's almost as clear a marker of his difference as his ears. Her head tilts to the side a little, though she doesn't relax. She doesn't know what to make of him.
"Of course," she says, finally. "As long as you're all right."
It's possible, of course, he's hiding an injury for some misplaced sense of pride or strength, but something about his demurral makes Raine disinclined to suspect that. "Hm," Raine says, and, "How long have you been in Keeliai?" It couldn't be very long at all, or surely she would have noticed him.
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And yet he softens just as quickly, it seems. Raine takes a moment to study him -- the pale lines of his tattoos, the skeletal structure that's almost as clear a marker of his difference as his ears. Her head tilts to the side a little, though she doesn't relax. She doesn't know what to make of him.
"Of course," she says, finally. "As long as you're all right."
It's possible, of course, he's hiding an injury for some misplaced sense of pride or strength, but something about his demurral makes Raine disinclined to suspect that. "Hm," Raine says, and, "How long have you been in Keeliai?" It couldn't be very long at all, or surely she would have noticed him.