Redhawk Caldera Pack

Eljay looked visibly relieved when Nadie said that she had hunted her first thing at ten months. Maybe there was hope for him after all, and he would catch something sooner or later. Eljay felt like he was bad at everything, and even being social seemed hard. He flinched a little as she nudged him, and then shot her an awkward smile, trying not to look weird. "Maybe I still gotta find my 'something'," he muttered, hoping that the 'something' he was good at actually existed and that he'd find it at some point.

When Nadie asked if he didn't think of her as a fighter because she was a girl, Eljay blinked, looking surprised. "No, why would that matter?" he asked with child-like innocence. His life was full of strong females, so Eljay hadn't even considered that. "I guess just 'cause you were so nice to me, so you seemed like you might be more of a caretaker. But I guess that you don't have to be mean to be a mercenary or a fighter." Eljay felt put on the spot and he smiled awkwardly, hoping that his clumsily picked words would convince her that he didn't mean it poorly. In fact, if anything, it was a compliment; he just thought she was really nice.