Bearclaw Valley help is on the way

He smiled at her comment, not hearing the facetious tone - he genuinely agreed with the statement, seeing beyond the scars and all that the woman was missing. She had a good heart and kind eyes, both of which were aspects he clung to quite desperately as he made his way in the world. Larus didn't want to forget again.

Looking for me...? He murmured, perplexed why anyone would seek him out. He was a traveller with a terrible memory; had he done something? Had they made plans? Was he losing pieces of himself again...? A brief flare of anxiety cautioned him to stop overthinking things, and his smile strengthened, although it was mostly for show as he tried to stow away his confusion. What for?