Blackfeather Woods and what price will you pay?

Reyes, he snaps back, not intending to be hostile, but the weary look on his face speaks volumes. The stranger's face fizzles like static on an old television for a split second. He doesn't appear disturbed by this, but he does sink down to his chest in the grass. Lower, steadier.

Help? Just like that? Suppose you want something in return though. Reyes doesn't trust easily. That's only sort-of a lie; he trusts one person in the whole world outside of himself and wishes he didn't. Not much use to anyone with m'head swimming...

Fuck, he couldn't let this other guy see him so low, so weak. A little late for that. But Reyes struggles to stand and then holds himself carefully upright, a ripple of unease causing the nape of his neck to spike. Got a bite taken outta me by a Redhawk. A bitchy one at that. Bitchhawk. God, I wish I could say that to her face... he mumbles and then snorts, amused.