Sunset Valley siúil a rún

He gritted his teeth in a grimace, giving her a slow nod. "Yuuup," he said, drawing out the vowel. "You could say that again. Ran into my little brother after a couple years apart." Zamael lifted his scrawny shoulders in a shrug, then let them fall, chest heaving in a sigh. "Is what it is. I'll figure it out."

He cocked his head, looking at her curiously. "So are you just wandering around alone, or. . .?" There was no suggestion in the question, no hidden smirk in the corner of his mouth. Not as if he was going to step up to the plate and gallantly offer her his company; Zamael doubted she wanted it anyway. And since she wasn't tied to anyone, which means she wasn't in Alarian's group, he didn't feel awkward talking to her about things as much as he would if he thought she was going to go report back.

Not that Alarian would care. His brother had made it perfectly clear that he wanted to stay far away from Zamael, even after he'd come all this fucking way looking for him.