Emberwood please be quiet

Well, he murmurs. You were going towards where I came from. He points at the Sunspires which sit far away like spectators crouched at the top of a stadium, tinged with blue. Away from your pack? It's half a question and half a statement. Colin liked to exist within these in-betweens. What were you running from? is the implication here. Colin liked to create implications. It wasn't so different from creating negative space on a painting.

He smiles gently, apologetically. I'm afraid I might know less about here than you do. 

It was no surprise that he was a stranger here. He feels how unfamiliar the ground is beneath his feet, the horizon he has never seen before, the leaves on the trees which flap in the wind in a way he had never quite observed, and will never observe the same way again.