Wheeling Gull Isle here we go.

A weak smile took to his lips as she asked him how he was doing. He wonder if it was an honest caring or a simple strike at small talk which everyone passed between others casually. However, he knew Ruo not to be a woman of small talk. Ah, well enough... There had been a time not too long ago when he wasnt. When he had been ripped and torn all along the back and sides of his neck by a rogue wolf. Now, dispite still a bit of fur missing along the back of his neckline and a bit of soreness when he woke, all was hidden into scars beneath the surface. 

I'm happy to see you out again... He felt awkward, much in the same sense perhaps as she. They never had needed to spare much word between one another before. Though it was hard to find out how she truly felt about him if they didnt speak. He guessed, maybe, that was part of the mystery.