Wheeling Gull Isle going in town with six rounds

Sharp intelligence glints in his shrewd gaze as it rises over her, nodding with a slight smile as he draws his conclusion. "It will be," the exile murmurs in promise, lilac orb sliding away to the forests proudly. 

"I know," she reassures softly, smiling kindly to put him at ease. They're not official yet, with no boundaries at the moment and a particular distaste for such things - the woman had no plans of chasing him from their land. (Though she would be keeping tabs on his presence for the duration of his stay.)

"Are you hungry?" The wisp inquired after a moment, eyeing the scalloped wave of his ribcage with a glint of concern.