Ravenshook Cliffs didn't know how but i always had a feeling

He's a touch disappointed to learn she's unfamiliar with the territory, but he can't really hold it against her. Traveling has always been a passion of his own, even if now it feels more like a burden than anything. He pauses a moment, and before he can say anything Elixir is speaking again. He's not surprised to hear she hasn't seen the red woman near; he half-wonders if he'd imagined the entire encounter, if he'd hit his head a bit too hard in the fall. It doesn't quite occur to him to mention to the wolfdog that he'd fallen off a cliff — trivial little details.
He shrugs slightly in response to her question, but her concern is not unappreciated. The sea is rough, He agrees, returning her smile though his own is weary. I'm still healing from my injuries, and I can't hunt for myself yet — but I'm alive, and grateful for it. He pauses, glancing out over the cliffs. Do you travel often, Elixir? He decides to ask; just because he's a little roughed up doesn't mean he has to be a completely dull conversation partner.