Her question gave him pause, the hunter shrinking back a little. There was shame and a flicker of old fear in his eyes as he gave a slight shake of his head in silent negation to her offer. It wasn't a memory he was eager to relive much less recount to a stranger in a bar with more strangers listening in. He had enough problems standing up for himself without being singled out as prey for more of Haulani's bullies. "I... It's not... something I want to talk about," he mumbled instead, ducking his head uncomfortably. "I could... do it myself if you'd be willing to share some of your things, though?" A hopeful counter-offer, hesitant and uncertain.
"I can buy you a drink in exchange or... some food or... something." Not that he was flush with favors to be affording any such thing lightly, but he had missed the catharsis of sketching and her endeavors had reignited the embers of artistic inspiration that the challenge of daily survival had largely banked.
"I can buy you a drink in exchange or... some food or... something." Not that he was flush with favors to be affording any such thing lightly, but he had missed the catharsis of sketching and her endeavors had reignited the embers of artistic inspiration that the challenge of daily survival had largely banked.
