He shot Alys a grateful but brief smile as she took over setting the table, but the topic of conversation didn't lend itself to ease. Instead, as he retrieved the bread and butter, he gave a hard shake of his head. "Because it's LongNight. There aren't any stars, shootin' or otherwise," he pointed out, worried and hating the way it made the inside of his skin itch. "An' there never has been. Ever. So I mean... even if they were fallin' stars, it's still not... not right." He was struggling to put his feelings of wrongness into coherent words and he knew he wasn't doing a very good job. His mouth tugged down into a self-conscious scowl as he poked the warm crust of the bread with his finger.
Alys's offer drew him back from his internal frustration, a little surprised - but at the same time, not really. She was a good friend, and he knew he could count on her in a pinch. But there was a part of him that didn't want to drag her into potential danger - not with the memory of that poor Attuned who had been killed in the Oerwoud still so fresh in his memory. "Thanks," he murmured gruffly, trying not to think about how the tips of his ears warmed at her easy willingness to go with him into the unknown. "But th'Peregrine only fits two. Least for now. I'll let y'know what we find as soon as we're back, though."
Alys's offer drew him back from his internal frustration, a little surprised - but at the same time, not really. She was a good friend, and he knew he could count on her in a pinch. But there was a part of him that didn't want to drag her into potential danger - not with the memory of that poor Attuned who had been killed in the Oerwoud still so fresh in his memory. "Thanks," he murmured gruffly, trying not to think about how the tips of his ears warmed at her easy willingness to go with him into the unknown. "But th'Peregrine only fits two. Least for now. I'll let y'know what we find as soon as we're back, though."
