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He wasn't terribly surprised to hear that Maia didn't hold being a leader in high regards- she'd mentioned that she didn't find anything too alluring about guarding and hunting, either. The tasks that he would, by nature, feel to be tough and therefore cool were the ones that she didn't think were unique at all. Maia saw the world differently than he did- but coming from someone as kind as she was, he didn't mind it. Perhaps he was biased as well because he found her pretty cute- but he wasn't about to admit it. 

So when Wraen mentioned there being something between the two of them- a "liking," she called it, he did his best to play it cool. "Oh?" He asked, though he couldn't stop his voice from rocketing up an octave and cracking slightly. He cleared his throat and shrugged, to try and look non-chalant, but he didn't realize that he was also somewhat wide-eyed, and had the look of a dog who has just been caught having destroyed its owner's pillow. "I uh, Iunno. She say something to you?" He asked.