Tobias had already consumed half of his soup by the time he got to Kieaira. He was...voracious...when it came to food sometimes. It was indeed fortunate he had hastily ate before arriving where the Miqo'te woman was as their conversation took over his attention and thoughts entirely. It was quite a pleasant surprise for the Midlander with jet-black hair. Perhaps pleasant for her as well.
       Teasing the poor woman was not Tobias' intent--from the start. Despite the somewhat rocky beginning they had while on the caravan, their conversation was almost second-hand. More interestingly, when they began to joke back and forth it felt...natural. At ease. Of course, it was not meant to last more than a few memorable seconds.
       "Aye, best I not make the Lady worry anymore than she already has. Though, she seems to have made sure that it was mended completely. But yes," his head turns to look over to where he last saw Lorielle, but instead his brows stitch slightly together as she was no longer there, "best get back then." he stands from where he was sitting next to Kieaira, "Good night." the usual wisp of his smile being the last interaction Tobias offers her before Draevyn appears and cuts off whatever Kieaira had wanted to say.
  "Oi, leave the poor lass alone."
  "I was merely saying greetings."
  "Uh-huh, 'course you were!"
  "And I am sure you will be much better company." Tobias rolls his eyes teasingly as he comments.
  "O'Course I will!" Draevyn says with a flash of his pearly whites. Tobias merely rolls his eyes again amused and gives a casual wave over his shoulder in farewell from the two as he makes his way with still some soup left in his bowl.
       By the time he reaches the campfire, what left of the contents in his bowl had vanished. He begins to collect any used make-shift containers and puts them in a pile. After he cleans up any tiny bit of mess that was left from the crew, he eyes the remaining extra 'soup' and decidedly fills up his container for another serving. While he polishes off another bowl, however, he keeps eyes scanned and his senses alert as if looking for something. Or someone.Â
       It did not take very long for Tobias to finish off his second serving and just as he did, he notices the fire had become less lively. So naturally, he prepares to go find more wood and fuel for the open fire-pit. He takes one last glance around the area, but still could not catch a view of what he sought before he begins his search.
       Teasing the poor woman was not Tobias' intent--from the start. Despite the somewhat rocky beginning they had while on the caravan, their conversation was almost second-hand. More interestingly, when they began to joke back and forth it felt...natural. At ease. Of course, it was not meant to last more than a few memorable seconds.
       "Aye, best I not make the Lady worry anymore than she already has. Though, she seems to have made sure that it was mended completely. But yes," his head turns to look over to where he last saw Lorielle, but instead his brows stitch slightly together as she was no longer there, "best get back then." he stands from where he was sitting next to Kieaira, "Good night." the usual wisp of his smile being the last interaction Tobias offers her before Draevyn appears and cuts off whatever Kieaira had wanted to say.
  "Oi, leave the poor lass alone."
  "I was merely saying greetings."
  "Uh-huh, 'course you were!"
  "And I am sure you will be much better company." Tobias rolls his eyes teasingly as he comments.
  "O'Course I will!" Draevyn says with a flash of his pearly whites. Tobias merely rolls his eyes again amused and gives a casual wave over his shoulder in farewell from the two as he makes his way with still some soup left in his bowl.
       By the time he reaches the campfire, what left of the contents in his bowl had vanished. He begins to collect any used make-shift containers and puts them in a pile. After he cleans up any tiny bit of mess that was left from the crew, he eyes the remaining extra 'soup' and decidedly fills up his container for another serving. While he polishes off another bowl, however, he keeps eyes scanned and his senses alert as if looking for something. Or someone.Â
       It did not take very long for Tobias to finish off his second serving and just as he did, he notices the fire had become less lively. So naturally, he prepares to go find more wood and fuel for the open fire-pit. He takes one last glance around the area, but still could not catch a view of what he sought before he begins his search.
