Mount Apikuni i got a heart that don’t speak to me anymore

marten follows the mans gaze, his lips turning into a frown. ah -- no, he says with a shake of his head, glancing back at cupid, should i? the question holds more weight than he means for it to, but he plays it off with a smirk of a grin that fits weirdly on his face. though marten always prided himself on being knowledgable of others -- emotions, expressions, motives -- he finds that, after indra's death, he is much more awkward than he means to be. ugh. at least, he feels awkward, perhaps it doesn't come off that way. 

you're their healer then, right? he asks, trying to keep up the conversation.