Emlyn kept his gaze upon Auriel for a few moments, as if expectant. He'd been wrong, much to his disappointment; there was much more to notice about the other boy, upon an actual inspection. Well, not [i]much[/i] more, but an abundance of a particular thing. What he had previously mistaken for dirt, he now saw were scars. For a brief moment, his grin all but vanished, and his eyes fell away from Auriel's face, examining instead his arms and visible neck area. Scars indeed, and plenty of them, a worrying amount. 

So what, he had a few scars? It wasn't anything to worry over. He got them and quite obviously he'd survived. It wasn't unnerving, it wasn't frightening, it was reality. People got hurt [i]getting[/i] to Beacon, and people would get hurt [i]at[/i] Beacon. There was a chance even Auriel wouldn't make it through the test, and then -ugh, then he'd have to find another partner, or worse, he'd be forced to roam alone for even longer. But what if [i]he[/] didn't...

No, not even a second thought to that question. He shook his head and blinked his focus back to the present. His eyes met Auriel's again, and his smirk returned with fervor. He twirled about on his heel and sashayed onward as he had been before. "Agreed, let's get going. Soon enough we'll have our artifact, and soon after that, our team. We'll be household names before long, pal, trust me on that!"

He paused for a bit, and resumed twirling Mirror about his wrist. He looked over his shoulder back to Auriel, and cleared his throat again. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself, hm? I like to know what sort of company I keep."