It wasn't difficult for Silhainlé to catch onto the somewhat awkward atmosphere between Adele and  the man called [color=FF3333]Rook[/color]. He didn't want to say anything of it though, he felt it was likely none of his business, so he kept his head down. His ears both pricked up when he heard a crunch, his head rising with them. He gazed around, looking for the source of the sound. He was about to look in [color=FF66CC]Adeles[/color] direction when [color=8585ad]Marcels[/color] frantic movement caught his attention instead. He supposed he must have been carrying something fragile in his pack and now feared the worst. Everything seemed to be in order though, no harm done to whatever it was he was storing in there. Silhainlé was still curious about that old, ashen smell he was detecting from Marcels pack. It was odd.

Silhainlé was interrupted in his thoughts by a fingertip lightly grazing the skin of his ear. His instinct caused his to flinch away from [color=FF66CC]Adeles[/color] hand, sinking his head to his shoulders, and his ears flicked downwards for a moment. Realising that she was just curious and clearly meant him no harm, one ear came back up again, but the one she touched stayed firmly put, fixed in place by the side of his head. He tilted his head a little when she questioned him. He was having difficulty understanding why she would want to call him 'Fluffy'. He knew what it meant - they had a similar word in Lessari, 'thlayli' – but he was completely lacking in any kind of fur, as all Lessir were. So, why did she think it appropriate? He supposed he didn't really mind, after all it wasn't anything nasty.

“I... don't.” He said slowly, not quite managing to sound very certain in his decision. He tired not to worry himself over something as minuscule as her choice in nickname for him, he doubted she meant anything mean or malicious by it. All the same, he nervously scratched the ear she touched, not sure how he felt about the contact.

He was less pleased with the name [color=FF3333]Rook[/color] decided to bestow upon him. His ears flicked up and he turned his head slightly, looking up at the man from the corner of his narrowed eye. Silhainlés body language instinctively turning wary of the human. His nose twitched and he glanced over towards [color=00FFFF]Djonn[/color]. “Yes.” He admitted quietly. He turned back towards Rook. “Perhaps it is not my business to share the details of what they speak.” He added, making his stance on the matter clear. He knew it was neither polite nor always smart to share the personal conversations of others.

[color=66FF33]Another man[/color] arrived, one who Silhainlé was unfamiliar with. He gazed curiously at him, particularly that striking totem of his. Oh how those still fascinated him.