Clemente
Her assurances only prompt a little grunt from his mouth, toying with his lip with his fangs once more. Uncertainty is clear on his expressive face, but Clem nods nonetheless. He doesn't really have a choice. He needs somewhere to stay at least for the night while he gets his bearings, makes a plan. He's not particularly strong, but he's fast. If she tries anything he can be gone within moments. It's the only comfort he has walking into what he feels is a trap. It's even more frustrating to know that this world isn't even remotely similar to his own. Different races? Like...skin color? But that doesn't make any sense. And while minor magic was prevalent in his homeland, the idea of shifting into an animal seems preposterous. He narrows his eyes at her, mouth twitching in preparation to call her out on her lies when her hand lifts. Clem flinches away from the sparks that emit from her palm, though he stares at them rapturously. Awed. "Woah," he murmurs, reluctant to show that he's impressed. But Clemente refocuses quickly enough, because in his homeland there were only his kind and humans. "How many Ascended are there? There's only us and humans at home," trails off weakly, reluctant to give information but finding as time goes on that Rexanna is slowly proving herself neutral - if not trustworthy.
Clemente hums softly as she speaks about her partner, glad that he won't have to meet him. Hopefully never. Men, especially adults, were the worst perpetrators of violence. It wasn't worth sticking around them.
A noise from the woods causes Clem to jolt, leaping towards Rexanna and fumbling for her hand instinctively, the way he does with the older street girls who watch out for him sometimes. "Is it safe?" he asks urgently, halfway hiding behind the woman as if he isn't much taller than her already. Clem barely even knows how to read, he certainly has no idea what sort of monsters lurk in forests like these.
i stopped being a kid the day
you sent me down here to die
