Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

Fig saw the look and instantly realized his faux pas. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as the other boy replied, making it clear that he wasn't some stupid, helpless child in spite of what appearance may have suggested. Fig sucked in a breath and steadied himself, his brows furrowing in thought. He certainly didn't want this interaction to devolve into a back and forth of insults, so he made himself ignore the jab. But, without the option of stooping to the same level, he realized he didn't really know where to go from here. Again. Still.

Fortunately, he was saved by the appearance of Wraen. Fig was visibly relieved when he looked past the boy and saw her approaching, though he caught himself before he completely dropped his protective, guardian stance. She asked a couple of question, which Fig considered answering, but decided not to in the end. He merely looked at the other boy expectantly. In all honesty, Fig wasn't actually sure he knew what they had here anyway, so how was he really supposed to answer the question?