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He gave a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders, the serration of his coat swaying with the motion. If they ran in to one-another again he probably wouldn't even notice without prompting. It hadn't occurred to Revui yet that he'd been rather closed off with her, but he wasn't one to get invested when it came to socialization in the first place. He more than likely missed many of her social cues—plus, she seemed eager to be rid of him.

Revui watched her for a moment, unsure of how to take the comment she had made. Get to know him better? What was there to know? He was a hulking beast who spent his days patrolling—clearly he was a warrior. What more was there? But it was a concept that made him pause and think for a change, and with their earlier conversation about teaching still simmering in his mind, he offered an alternative.

Or you could come patrol with me. He proposed with the same deadpan expression, and stood there waiting to see if she would follow him - for all of three seconds. As he began to move off from their position he did not dally; the invitation was there, and she could share in the experience if she was up to it.