[ His hands hover over his plate. He'd ordered nothing yet, sitting at the same table as Tilanus, watching him, the rest of the people at the table, and the people in the rest of the room. The waitstaff has asked him several times if he wants the food, but Heinrix has abstained. He's abstained from water as well. And the recaf — or whatever it is that they are calling it — he doesn't trust the food any more than he trusts the people.
His eyes narrow with suspicion at every order, a pair of mismatched gray eyes snap onto Tilanus when he orders them raw. ]
Do you need healing?
[ He asked, not-quite clipped, not-quite compassionate. Something in-between then. He had no oath to heal, but such things would be useful, for information, wouldn't they? ]
i.
His eyes narrow with suspicion at every order, a pair of mismatched gray eyes snap onto Tilanus when he orders them raw. ]
Do you need healing?
[ He asked, not-quite clipped, not-quite compassionate. Something in-between then. He had no oath to heal, but such things would be useful, for information, wouldn't they? ]
I could assist you.