"Are you hungry now? We can get some lunch before heading out to collect firewood, if you want," Fox says, evidently losing much of his awkwardness now that he's on his home turf, so to speak. (Warming up and having something to do with his hands absolutely helps as well, granted). He stokes the woodburner until it's crackling merrily away again, shutting the door and brushing the ash from his hands onto his pants.
He shakes his head at her apology, offering a soft smile. "It's alright - my parents have been dead for years, and it was just me. Honestly, it was too much space for one person." Especially since he's long stopped trying to be a farmer. Turning back towards her and realising he's left everything out, Fox crosses to the counter to start hastily putting things away.
"Hm? Oh, no. I was in... I guess you'd call it the Inner Quarter, now. Near the Temple? I was trying to put out fires, but being Ascended made it a rough task." It had been luck rather than skill that had helped him survive, honestly.
He shakes his head at her apology, offering a soft smile. "It's alright - my parents have been dead for years, and it was just me. Honestly, it was too much space for one person." Especially since he's long stopped trying to be a farmer. Turning back towards her and realising he's left everything out, Fox crosses to the counter to start hastily putting things away.
"Hm? Oh, no. I was in... I guess you'd call it the Inner Quarter, now. Near the Temple? I was trying to put out fires, but being Ascended made it a rough task." It had been luck rather than skill that had helped him survive, honestly.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
