[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181205/c7cf20dae40f22b5021b3131d6ad097d.png[/img][/center][hr]Ar'oa was unsure of how interpret the human's nervous behavior. She looked to be young even for her race, yet there was a hardiness to her that suggested that she could hold her own in battle. So what had caused her to become so overwhelmed by emotion? He thought of the stark differences between his kin and the rest of the world and how she might have been intimidated by him, but that didn't make much sense to him. The girl was clearly able to fend for herself and was honest in her words. Something else had been the cause of her tears and nervousness, something of great importance to her. He didn't ask. The anubis respected each other's secrets, and he would extend the same courtesy to her.

On her neck was an amulet that shone with the changing colors of blue to green like captured seawater. He hadn't seen many artifacts with that sort of beauty in his travels and was fascinated by its magic. He would definitely ask her about it if the opportunity presented itself.

[color=d4d691]"You will call me Ar'oa."[/color] he said, calmly. It was common for anubis clans to maintain an emotional distance with one another, greeting themselves in that peculiar manner and even using false names and identities in certain cases. This, once again, was done out of respect above all else. He was aware that customs in the rest of the world would be different, but had yet to learn any of them and had decided to continue with the behaviors that were typical of his people. Anyone offended by it could probably be reasoned with, as he doubted that The Sanctuary would give shelter to anyone too brutish.

She had asked him for a name but had not supplied one for herself, and Ar'oa had stared at her with a pair of expressionless black eyes half expecting her to do so. The voices of clan elders obsessed with ceremonies and manners rang in his mind at such a bold action. And yet, it made him feel more at ease. If the world outside the Wasteland was truly this liberal when it came to greetings, then it meant that her words of friendship were more earnest than he had initially thought them to be. He too spoke sincerely, curious to know how other cultures behaved.

[color=d4d691]"Were these my homelands I would have thought of your words as folly, but it seems that The Sanctuary is miraculous enough of a stronghold that seeking friendship so boldly is possible during these times."[/color] He spoke with a usual relaxed demeanor and subtle changes in his face that could have been hard to read for the other races. The level tone was usually a shield for his true feelings, but he currently felt at peace with the fantastical surroundings and the friendly strangers around him. And the other human, a warrior, had also greeted him. It had pleased him to know that his stay at The Sanctuary would be closer to some sort of gathering rather than the temple infiltrating he was imagining it to be similar to. And to her he also extended a welcome.

[color=d4d691]"Certainly. Forests and castles were always confined to storybooks in the Wasteland." [/color]

He had noted that the wind felt weaker compared to the sandstorms of his home, making him feel as if grounded inside of someone else´s dream. A snake had interrupted his thoughts, however. Ar´oa cursed under his breath at not having taken enough protective measures. Revealing illusions was an absolute necessity when pilfering temples or interacting with their spirits, and yet he had let his guard down out of a sense of security. It was a pathetic snake, nothing like the gemstone colored serpents sold as luxury items between the caravans. He felt no need to intervene as the person it was attached to could very well see that it wasn't real. Stephanie had been injured however.

[color=d4d691]"If your injuries are physical"[/color], said Ar'oa, approaching the young human,[color=d4d691]"I can heal them if you wish." [/color]