It's with some hesitation that Gaius follows after her. He watches her for some long moments after she enters the room, weighing his options and whether there was any real, pressing need to be tended to, once it's clear he's being invited into the woman's own cabin. And it's hard to say which is more concerning between the potential danger and the outright impropriety of the situation.
But follow he does. She hasn't yet given any reason to not trust her, after all, and if she can truly help him to get the pain and the limp back under control...
It is, when he enters, far more cozy than his own cabin. Warm and lived in, it's almost enough to put him at ease the second he crosses the threshold, and he's careful to avoid touching or bumping anything as he follows after the young woman, pale eyes looking over the room. And he'd be quicker to take a seat in the comfortable looking chair that she motions to, if not for what catches his attention out of the corner of his eye, then.
Because he remembers looking out the window of his own cabin, shortly after he woke up. He remembers too well right now the inky black void beyond the glass, cold and empty save for the scattered points of distant stars, and the weight that had settled in his gut at the sight of it. The view out the woman's window is nothing like that, though the land below is an unfamiliar one, and Gaius pauses, brow furrowing lightly as he stares out at the shining city.
He's so distracted, in fact, that he doesn't even hear her when she continues speaking, let alone notices the changes made to her table. And it's another long moment before her words seem to catch up to him, though he's unable to tear his gaze away as he answers.
"Impact, mostly. There is a gash, but it's not what hinders me right now and should heal well enough on its own." Should. Hopefully would, though Severa had assured him so, as long as he didn't further aggravate the wound.
Easier said than done, as it turns out. When Gaius is finally able to turn his attention back to the strange young woman helping him, he studies her for some seconds before he gingerly moves over to the offered seat, sitting slowly as he hums, thoughtful.
"I'm...unfamiliar with this Anyder, however. Where are you from?"
Because it certainly isn't from anywhere in Garlemald or Eorzea, at least as far as he's aware.
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But follow he does. She hasn't yet given any reason to not trust her, after all, and if she can truly help him to get the pain and the limp back under control...
It is, when he enters, far more cozy than his own cabin. Warm and lived in, it's almost enough to put him at ease the second he crosses the threshold, and he's careful to avoid touching or bumping anything as he follows after the young woman, pale eyes looking over the room. And he'd be quicker to take a seat in the comfortable looking chair that she motions to, if not for what catches his attention out of the corner of his eye, then.
Because he remembers looking out the window of his own cabin, shortly after he woke up. He remembers too well right now the inky black void beyond the glass, cold and empty save for the scattered points of distant stars, and the weight that had settled in his gut at the sight of it. The view out the woman's window is nothing like that, though the land below is an unfamiliar one, and Gaius pauses, brow furrowing lightly as he stares out at the shining city.
He's so distracted, in fact, that he doesn't even hear her when she continues speaking, let alone notices the changes made to her table. And it's another long moment before her words seem to catch up to him, though he's unable to tear his gaze away as he answers.
"Impact, mostly. There is a gash, but it's not what hinders me right now and should heal well enough on its own." Should. Hopefully would, though Severa had assured him so, as long as he didn't further aggravate the wound.
Easier said than done, as it turns out. When Gaius is finally able to turn his attention back to the strange young woman helping him, he studies her for some seconds before he gingerly moves over to the offered seat, sitting slowly as he hums, thoughtful.
"I'm...unfamiliar with this Anyder, however. Where are you from?"
Because it certainly isn't from anywhere in Garlemald or Eorzea, at least as far as he's aware.