Emberwood Fixing a hole

When Lennon had conversations, he always made sure to truly engage. To allow his peer to feel listened to and noticed, only letting large interuptions remove him from them being his center for the time being. So, for the brief time she displayed a coy expression, Lennon was quick to notice. He replayed her name in his head, Xahi, Xahi, Xahi. It seemed more foreign than even he was, and another immigrant was always especially interesting to converse with. The elongated pause was strange, but nothing odd enough to shy Lennon away from the girl. 

Her return of the question made his ears perk, a nod in response. ”Travler all my life, I’m joined by two others right now – are you all alone?” The last part of his comment seemed a bit more worried, he didn’t enjoyed solitude for long periods of time. It’s likely what made him so queer, being forced into an unreal reality deep within his brain.