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she'd tilt her head back, eyes now looking down upon him. disgust? no. morbid curiosity.

"i'm afraid i do not understand."
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she could use.

"you've placed bandages over wounds that do not heal. or, is it that you've never bothered to tend to your wounds in the first place?"
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the subtle notion of concealed anguish, the confusion apparent in his voice.

she knew all too well of his suffering, even if she had never shared an experience with the wanderer. one thing is for certain, at least... it made her curious.

perhaps, maybe... his suffering could be something
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a statue.

"what's wrong?"
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"the concept of friendship and relations is one quite foreign to me. though, it is something i am willing to try."

though yearning, she seems at peace with her own loneliness. perhaps it would be the explanation to any internal doubts he may have.
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she couldn't help but yearn to be by another's side.. though, for not why one usually would.

"like i've said, my home is quite lonely. i am the only one who roams the lands and skies, the space and the unknown."

the lids of her eyes fall to a close, calm and oddly content.
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she explains.

"i am the sole inhabitant. if i wander my own home, i'd find nothing and nothing more."

with her answer came the smallest smile. it reeks of an odd sense of pride, nearly like a newly blooming sunflower in the midst of an empty field.

"so, i seek elsewhere."
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and seemingly at peace.

though, when asked further about her motives, she'd simply and slowly open her eyes. a single nod before looking to the wanderer, a stare absent of light but filled with a strange darkness. not an evil, no.. just the absence of light.

"my home isn't all too eventful."
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but this called for… empathy, attempts to relate and understand another being.

maybe growing close could eventually bring about a more devastating pain.

“for acquaintances.” a thought she had just now. “persons to talk to, i think.”
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