Asran looked at Ayrie faintly smiling appreciating her words. Then noticed she was avoiding touching him. Which he supposed was a good idea with how weakened he was. Though that didn’t mean he missed her touch any less. He then noticed that crease she gets in her forehead. The one she gets when she was trying to figure out his puzzles. It made him lightly chuckle. “You have that quizzical expression, what’s on your mind?”