Emberwood i'm thinking of changing my name, thinking of wrecking a home

The pale woman meets his approach with silence, gaze cold and questioning. It's a language he can understand, at least. I'm here to talk, He starts, in his typical colorless tone, not impolite but not warm. His words are somewhat halting, betraying his true state, but he manages to focus enough to reach his typical sharpness of mind for the moment. To see if we can reach an understanding. If you're going to oppose my presence the whole time, I'll make my own way. I've done it before. But I think sticking together could benefit both of us. And he means every word of it, even with the way his gaze still stutters as it shifts. He will leave if the woman truly wants it; he isn't interested in dealing with her hostility, even for the blessing that is Taikon, even if it truly means his death. He's survived worse.