Still very close to her as her answer flowed, Praxis was taken aback slightly by her request in return. He took no time to consider as it was an entirely fair request, and respectfully nodded to her, doing his best to keep his eyes away from hers now. Before speaking, Aruna had bitten her lip in such a way that had inexplicably made her more attractive to him. Even as he she held her shirt from falling, the Wolfen's keen eyes could identify her body in a way that he really wanted to avoid. Unaware if his face showed any signs of resembling her beloved cloak, he took a step back to use the mornings light - or rather lack there of - to avoid her finding out if his face did, either. He played this off with the crossing of his arms, prepared to listen.

The girl's low reply caused Praxis's ears to perk up slightly, lowering his eyes in what seemed like shame. The scar over the moon on his hand began to once again become apparent to him, emulating a burning feeling -- a feeling of losing a mother, he supposed. With sadness now hanging in the corners of his eyes, he raised them to meet hers. Many of the things he had taken from marks had without a doubt been just as important to them, but hearing the pain in this girl's voice and feeling the overwhelming sense that was connected to Aruna's dream previously made this situation seem far different than any other job he had pulled, big or small, but there was no evidence that it should be. This confused and frustrated him slightly, but instead he again approached the fair girl, left hand raised in front of him in display.

"This scar is my cloak, I suppose," he spoke as he closed his eyes in regret, clenc. He wasn't a fan of being so melodramatic, but that seemed to be one of the many things this girl could trigger from him. "Because it too is the last piece of my mother that I'll ever get. Likely the entire Althebetr, actually." A sad smirk now crept along his face as he revealed his last name, reopening his brown eyes to meet the beautiful golden ones of hers. "[i]Praxis[/i] Althebeter," He continued obligingly. 

With that, his raised and scarred hand began to open even wider, the claws on it extending sharply and dangerously, his eyes never leaving hers. "Charmed," he said in the same second as swiftly bringing his sharp nails to the rope that bound her feet, his other hand already lightly gripped around the hand protecting her clothing from falling. As the girl was released, his other arm provided a point for her body to pivot around to bring her feet to a landing position, although the hand he used to to free her had already been so quickly moved to slow the descent of her legs and allow for her to land without harm. Quickly removing his hands from her as to not offend her, he once again refused to meet her gorgeous golden eyes as he put another step of distance between them for her comfort. Not understanding the cause of this such rash change of his character, he attempted once more to separate their minds in hopes that his sentiment was merely her's being emulated, only to find the the link had been successfully done so during his previous attempt, leaving him the only culprit of the notions he was struggling to comprehend.

As his eyes still traced her body for any focal point other than her eyes, Praxis began to rummage through the pouch on his side and from them produced the final two pieces of the large berry he had cut up prior to his first encounter with the girl, thrusting a single slice toward Aruna with the softest grin he could manage while keeping the last chunk for himself. "Obviously semi-rare fruit and an apology aren't enough, but they're all I have right now," the Wolfen said softly, his eyes finally following her body up to once again meet her golden eyes, suppressing the urge to let his eyes linger on her body. He wasn't entirely sure if his eyes showed the regret he felt for snatching the garment - nor was he certain why he felt it at all - but being as this was all rather new to him, he tried his best to feel and express the emotion... only too late, though, did he realize she had very little reason to accept what he had done to her, yet chose to let the offer stand.