Emberflame Ridge Aftershock

Although he didn't comment, she managed to gain from him a very faint smile, that ghosted across his lips and was gone as quickly as it had come. He watched her settle, a shine of concern there in his face as she seemed to be in pain doing so, but it passed once she seemed to find a position of mild comfort. Warbone, seeking a distraction, turning his proud face back over the area around them— admiring without speaking— but after a while, Wildfire called his attention back. His head turned towards her, eyes following slower, and he regarded her appreciation with what seemed at first to be a lack of expression, but his eyes were shining in his grey face, and he looked as pleased as a (mostly) stoic gargoyle could.

He settled down near her, lying sphinx-like in a position where she could see all of him without having to crane her her head in any way. "My real name is Arkham," he said after a pregnant pause. "Arkham Solothurn."