Herbalists' Cache i've got a taste for blood

Right, caring about another is a Thing now. Champagne eyes follow the silver’s gaze, locking on the fragile form of Ghost’s—no, their, companion. Amusement, however, dances in his features, for it means leaving the sleeping alone in a world that isn’t exactly kind. He’s got no issue with it.
Shrugging his shoulders, he stands, moving a few steps ahead of Ghost before gesturing to be led wherever the silver desired.