[He certainly looks tired, by his posture, but he's got his cloak's hood over his head, which basically never happens. There is also a very large bird resting on his shoulders, almost like some kind of protective barrier between him and any danger that might come near. It regards Blake but doesn't react to her approach, recognizing her as a friend.
Ferran himself is out of it, though, and doesn't even notice her approach until she's right there, grabbing his shoulder and causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. The bird, Agate, simply adjusts itself to make sure neither of them fall off balance.]
B-Blake.
[The shock only lasts for half a second, but he still doesn't seem happy to see her after that, diverting his gaze. His face is still pretty raw despite the healing—more than a few scratches radiating up from his left jaw—as well as several on his left palm visible as he reaches up to hold each side of his hood, like he wants to bring it down further.]
Ah, my mirror of truth, from the Artificer... reflecting one of those bears was enough to break it.
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Ferran himself is out of it, though, and doesn't even notice her approach until she's right there, grabbing his shoulder and causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. The bird, Agate, simply adjusts itself to make sure neither of them fall off balance.]
B-Blake.
[The shock only lasts for half a second, but he still doesn't seem happy to see her after that, diverting his gaze. His face is still pretty raw despite the healing—more than a few scratches radiating up from his left jaw—as well as several on his left palm visible as he reaches up to hold each side of his hood, like he wants to bring it down further.]
Ah, my mirror of truth, from the Artificer... reflecting one of those bears was enough to break it.