Tobias, like some of the others, remains silent as the events begin to unfold amongst the group of travelers after he had spoken to Kieaira. His attention was briefly placed upon X'ahce when the Miqo'te settles down next to him, simply giving a once-over with darted eyes, though he studies X'ahce's bow a little longer.
       The soft whimper from the female Miqo'te, however, would not go unnoticed by Tobias unlike his words to her were. Though, a feminine cry from a ways causes his attention to shift again from Kieaira before he could pay much else to her queer reactions.
       Clavier. His courteous gesture would be met with a nod in return from the damp haired Hyur. Tobias would notice another bow, this one strung across the other Hyur as he greets an as of yet unknown passenger that cries out for allowance onto the shrinking size of the wagon. The spear of the other male Miqo'te--a change of pace from the sticks and strings. However, it was Daca'li's seemingly methodical face-painting that Tobias would watch; but as short as his attention span on any given individual seems to be, so did his eyes slip from the Miqo'te Keeper to the surprisingly short stature of an Elezen woman that comes into view.
       Be it if Tobias were known for one consistency, it would be his perception of when gazes were set on the svelte and lusty Hyur. Charcoal shaded eyes met with the intriguing blue-green hues of Lorielle. The darkness of his irises nuanced enough from the pitch black pupils. If there were any other features to those dark orbs, none would have been able take note as Tobias' fickle attention turns elsewhere, though the parting glance slip over the rest of the short Elezen's unique features.
       Despite the passengers and cargo, there was enough room for all to have their 'bubble' so far. With that knowledge, Tobias stretches and raises his arms above his head to their full extent. His chest swells and rises slightly from a languid inhale as his spine curves, causing the already defined collarbones to be exposed just a bit more due to the low v-cut of the Hyuran Tunic. He holds his position for a moment as long, full eyelashes start to touch together as a glance is aimed underneath Kieaira's seat.
       Out of the men, he carries nothing of notice to defend himself. Despite the lack of weaponry, an equally languid exhale displaces an air of tranquility as he slides down into a casual posture.
       The soft whimper from the female Miqo'te, however, would not go unnoticed by Tobias unlike his words to her were. Though, a feminine cry from a ways causes his attention to shift again from Kieaira before he could pay much else to her queer reactions.
       Clavier. His courteous gesture would be met with a nod in return from the damp haired Hyur. Tobias would notice another bow, this one strung across the other Hyur as he greets an as of yet unknown passenger that cries out for allowance onto the shrinking size of the wagon. The spear of the other male Miqo'te--a change of pace from the sticks and strings. However, it was Daca'li's seemingly methodical face-painting that Tobias would watch; but as short as his attention span on any given individual seems to be, so did his eyes slip from the Miqo'te Keeper to the surprisingly short stature of an Elezen woman that comes into view.
       Be it if Tobias were known for one consistency, it would be his perception of when gazes were set on the svelte and lusty Hyur. Charcoal shaded eyes met with the intriguing blue-green hues of Lorielle. The darkness of his irises nuanced enough from the pitch black pupils. If there were any other features to those dark orbs, none would have been able take note as Tobias' fickle attention turns elsewhere, though the parting glance slip over the rest of the short Elezen's unique features.
       Despite the passengers and cargo, there was enough room for all to have their 'bubble' so far. With that knowledge, Tobias stretches and raises his arms above his head to their full extent. His chest swells and rises slightly from a languid inhale as his spine curves, causing the already defined collarbones to be exposed just a bit more due to the low v-cut of the Hyuran Tunic. He holds his position for a moment as long, full eyelashes start to touch together as a glance is aimed underneath Kieaira's seat.
       Out of the men, he carries nothing of notice to defend himself. Despite the lack of weaponry, an equally languid exhale displaces an air of tranquility as he slides down into a casual posture.
