Cerulean Cape Birth of a pearl

He moved closer at the invitation, happy with more soothing company. Although her question seemed to grind gears in his brain. Just... He wearily trailed off as he wondered, what was he doing out here again? Food perhaps? He couldn't recall and by the time he sorted it out he almost forgot he hadn't properly answered her. Looking. He tacked on as an after thought.

Do you...live here? It was a chore to talk so much but he was curious at this moment. It was a blessing to be able to spare the concentration and energy.