He notes her grip, firm in his hand. He slides his thumb over her fingers so when he raises her hand to kiss it, he is only kissing his own. He doesn't want to offend her, after all, but he can only be what he is.
"Well met. Would you prefer I call you Zoya? You can of course just call me Dion." It would be too much to ask anyone here to recognise a title they have not heard of, and besides, he doesn't want to set himself apart from those who are in like circumstances, would-be allies.
"If no one is using one of these, then I'll do that. But I've certainly slept in worse conditions." He may have that fancy boy bearing, but he explains, "I'm a soldier, you see. I've travelled a lot, and conditions can be less than ideal." He's always had a retinue and tents, but there have been hard roads and sleeping on the ground, all of that.
"I wonder what point there is in placing us in such tight quarters, though. The townspeople are friendly enough, but it isn't as if they've offered any of us places to stay aside from this place."
He's just musing aloud, though. He doubts there are ready answers to these questions. (He's going to be completely scandalised in a day or two.)
"I would love to see your Phoenix constellation, if you can find it."
Dion, likewise, has no real direction right now. This is not a place he can atone for his sins, real or perceived (or is it?). Strange, to be free of the fetters of his own world but have no idea what to do next. He figures that working together with others stuck here to solve the mystery of their arrival is a starting point. But he would do that in the daylight.
no subject
"Well met. Would you prefer I call you Zoya? You can of course just call me Dion." It would be too much to ask anyone here to recognise a title they have not heard of, and besides, he doesn't want to set himself apart from those who are in like circumstances, would-be allies.
"If no one is using one of these, then I'll do that. But I've certainly slept in worse conditions." He may have that fancy boy bearing, but he explains, "I'm a soldier, you see. I've travelled a lot, and conditions can be less than ideal." He's always had a retinue and tents, but there have been hard roads and sleeping on the ground, all of that.
"I wonder what point there is in placing us in such tight quarters, though. The townspeople are friendly enough, but it isn't as if they've offered any of us places to stay aside from this place."
He's just musing aloud, though. He doubts there are ready answers to these questions. (He's going to be completely scandalised in a day or two.)
"I would love to see your Phoenix constellation, if you can find it."
Dion, likewise, has no real direction right now. This is not a place he can atone for his sins, real or perceived (or is it?). Strange, to be free of the fetters of his own world but have no idea what to do next. He figures that working together with others stuck here to solve the mystery of their arrival is a starting point. But he would do that in the daylight.