Hoshor Plains flashing without a sound

He was silently thankful for her lack of prompting him for further explanation. If pressed, the boy probably wouldn't have even been able to string together enough reasons for exactly why he was so against them. When it came down to it, it was really just Rannoch the boy despised. When he noticed her staring after mentioning her sister and another, Redshank involuntarily drew himself up ever so slightly, almost as if trying to impress the girl with his severely lacking form.

Laurel and Xan. He couldn't say he wasn't mildly disappointed he did not know them. Though, if they were anything like the girl before him, he knew he could have easily taken advantage of the trio (even despite Xan's apparent bulk). She seemed...easy to persuade. Naive in a way. Her sudden comment threw him off guard, and the boy blinked at the red-haired girl dumbly for a moment. That was the nicest offer he had gotten in a while.

"Wait, really?" His ears perked, a brief flicker of hope crossing his features before he caught himself. His brows fell just as quickly as they had risen. "I mean...well...yeah. But I've been doin' fine on my own," he added hurriedly, glancing away awkwardly. "Wh-where are they? I might, y'know, run into 'em one day."