The eeriness is not lost on the Fixer. Curious as he is, that little feeling on the back of his neck is too much to override and he instinctively pulls his jacket tighter around the two of them. Ophelia chitters at him from her cocoon and he absently scritches her head as he turns around to get a good look at his surroundings. Now, Falke was born and raised in Stormbreak. He knows that city like the back of his hand; it’s home and the people know him for who he is - a caretaker. He’s not at home in the wildnernesses of Caido, doesn’t have any kind of reputation to rely on out here.
So the sudden appearance of a person behind him is more than unnerving. It’s worrisome. Falke exhales sharply and takes an step back, wobbling in both surprise and genuine unsteadiness as the snow around him provides less purchase. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” he offers, trying to school his face into something calm and collected.
Reaching for a button on the cane Sera made him, he tries to pretend he’s ready in case of an attack. But even he knows he’s forgotten Seren’s brief instructions.
