Like it always seemed to be, Hal’s bubbly attitude seemed to have wormed its way into the kinks in the woman’s armor. He watched as her expression seemed to soften and he almost laughed. Of course. Kuwindwa began to speak again and he listened quietly, analyzing her words and how much truth he thought was in them. Her build seemed to confirm them and the flicker of fire within those bronze eyes also seemed to do her justice. Her gaze lowered and she seemed to shrink and suddenly he could feel the honesty. Yes, she could do nicely.
Topaz gaze turned to Hal as she questioned him, sea meeting sun and his heart gave a thud. Of all times. He turned quickly to look back forward. “I think you’ll do just fine in our ranks. We could always use a guardian, old bones over there isn’t much good for anything else other than giving some lip,” he replied, his formerly stoic expression turning up into one of amusement showing he was just poking fun as they normally did. A small chuckle slipped it’s way up his throat. “We can show you to the nearest cache and let you get settled. Tomorrow one of us can show you around,” he added. Normally this would be the point in time that one of them would transfer their scent to their pelt but Alastor wasn’t normally one for physical affection. Rather, he figured he would leave that duty to Sahalie.