[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]Wretched One[/color][/b]

The stone wall of the hot springs were a comfortable pillow for awhile, at least until Cynthia had bustled passed him, completely ignoring his presence. He furrowed his brows before pushing off the wall and following behind her. For a few minutes he was content with just following, incapable of really bringing himself to ask what was wrong. It was a hard subject for him to wrap his head around, it wasn't like he had done anything wrong. 

[i]Did I piss her off or something. No way, it couldn't of been me! It was probably Chrome and that red head! They were picking on her earlier,[/i] He thought to himself. 

After leaving the guild behind and lingering around her for a silent hour, Sable had finally built up the courage to say something. "Tell me what's gnawing at ya." He pulled a hand out his pocket and rubbed the back of his head, the crimson strands still seemed alien to him, so his face scrunched up a bit in unfamiliarity.