[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan had been keeping rather solitary as of late, not wanting his presence to be an annoyance for any of the members of the Pitt. Kydobi's decision to let him stay was surprise enough, and while he was eternally grateful, he knew that there were plenty that weren't so pleased with the decision. Thankfully it wasn't too hard to just blend into the background, since the territory of the Pitt was massive, and although they were a little lacking on members, there will still plenty of NPCs to provide the cover of a crowd. Mostly Roan just kept to himself, sticking around Silvertides while only occasionally venturing out in order to eat and explore. He wasn't interested in the things that most Typhooners would be. He had no interest in betraying the trust of the people that had taken him in, so he wasn't cataloguing information on the territory or the important goings on. He was mostly just wandering, seeing what was around and what made the Pitt... well, the Pitt. They didn't seem quite as ruthless anymore, as demonstrated by the lack of heads on that intimidating border he had passed, and he liked to think that was because of Kydobi. The man seemed kind, if his words and actions towards Roan were anything to go by – the boy really just hoped it wasn't all a mask.

Either way, Roan had been taking one of his rare walks around the territory, the draconic apprentice remaining low and silent as he moved alongside strangers. His blue eyes scanned harmlessly over the structures all around, wondering how the marketplace and everything worked. Did they have some kind of currency, or was it all just bartering for different items? He wasn't sure, but he thought he'd like to find out. Perhaps when he was finally home, he could bring something back to mama, both to apologize and to show her that some Pittians were good, deep down. He doubted a simple gift would be able to communicate the full extent of either of those things, but it was a start. It was still early, but Roan could hear voices in the distance, which hopefully meant that the marketplace would already be hustling and bustling by the time he got there. He didn't have any possessions to his name, but perhaps he could offer some sort of work in exchange for something – like cleaning. He always liked helping his mama clean, and now that he had started to learn how to fly, he could reach up to much dirtier places that got caked in dust nobody even knew about. The thought made him smile, and he turned to head in the direction of the vendors – only to pause when a soft voice distracted him, his ears perking up.

The soft "ow" was what mainly concerned him, the male having been trying out for the medic position back in the Typhoon when he had been home. He was sure that the Pitt had medics as well, but that didn't mean he couldn't be of some assistance here, right? Breaking away from the constantly shifting crowd, Roan made his way to the front of Aine and Gael's home, looking up and blinking in confusion. The voice that he had heard sort of sounded like Aine, but she... didn't look the same. Was that an intentional change, or something new? Given how she was flopped on her chin, he could only assume that it was the latter. Concern in his gaze, the feline moved a little bit closer before he spoke, "Aine...? That's you, right? This is... different. At least from what I first saw you as... I heard you say ow. Are you alright?" He shifted his paws a bit awkwardly, chewing on the inside of his cheek before he tacked on, "It's alright if you're not okay. I've got some medical training, so I could help..." Aine seemed like the type to have some medical training of her own on her side, but sometimes treating your own injuries was more difficult than those of others.
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