Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't Do Sadness

The man grinned as Erzulie laughed, both amused by the story to a certain extent. There was nothing for him to share in this other than remain and linger like a specter off to the side, watching the medic do her duties and beckoning the love-sick man to speak about his lover. Rosencrantz would stick around for this too, curious enough to learn of what a beauty she must be to obtain such injuries. Getting himself comfortable, the snow leviathan lowered himself to the ground, a sphynx with his back to the sea as he spectated silently, as if should he speak, it would all be interrupted.