Broken Boulder what would my head be like

The boy had drifted off, still slightly awake but mostly unaware of his surroundings; Lanawyn's arrival was sudden, unexpected. He flinched and was on his feet in an instant. It was difficult to see her expression in the blooming darkness, but Alarian kept his own passive nonetheless. Their last conversation rang fresh in his memory— her anger when he refused to answer her questions.
He would not apologize. Darkened hazel eyes found hers, ignoring the spike of pain at how similar they were to Celia's; their mother's eyes hadn't been quite so bright or fiery, but... Alarian swallowed hard and shifted, exhaustion forgotten. Now his nerves were alight, though he kept his composure— barely.