"Oh, I could have... thanks," he mumbled abashedly as Alina cleaned up his mess, saving him the trouble of doing it later. It let him focus on keeping anymore blood off the floor, but the flicker of hopeful warmth in his eyes guttered and died at her obvious distaste and he wilted a little, making a small nod so as not to dislodge the cloth.
"I... yes, that's what Jiao called me," he agreed softly. He followed her more slowly from the ring, heading for his bow and quiver. Her question came as a bit of a surprise, as he hadn't expected the warrior to care about learning more about him after her unfavorable opinion towards Outlanders (or Abandoned... or both?). "We were of the Hidden," he explained. "The people of my world who weren't human. My mother is an anemoi, the folk of the wind. She could take a human form for a short period of time, but her true form was less solid, with wings of moonlight. My father..." He gave a slight shrug. "He was human. A dalliance that had... unexpected consequences. I never knew him. By the the time my mother realized what had happened she was already gone from that land."
He hesitated, then dipped his head in an awkward half-bow to the short fighter, still holding the cloth to his face. "I'm Kellan, by the way. What... what may I call you?" A dangerous thing, to ask for or give a true name, but he'd learned that was something else this world held different from his own. Still, old habits were hard to break.
"I... yes, that's what Jiao called me," he agreed softly. He followed her more slowly from the ring, heading for his bow and quiver. Her question came as a bit of a surprise, as he hadn't expected the warrior to care about learning more about him after her unfavorable opinion towards Outlanders (or Abandoned... or both?). "We were of the Hidden," he explained. "The people of my world who weren't human. My mother is an anemoi, the folk of the wind. She could take a human form for a short period of time, but her true form was less solid, with wings of moonlight. My father..." He gave a slight shrug. "He was human. A dalliance that had... unexpected consequences. I never knew him. By the the time my mother realized what had happened she was already gone from that land."
He hesitated, then dipped his head in an awkward half-bow to the short fighter, still holding the cloth to his face. "I'm Kellan, by the way. What... what may I call you?" A dangerous thing, to ask for or give a true name, but he'd learned that was something else this world held different from his own. Still, old habits were hard to break.
