Tiamaris was sitting outside, and probably confused her as much as she confused him. He had no clue why she was flying around outside like that, where as he...

Tiamaris was sitting under a tree, wearing a shirt he borrowed from Alric and his last pair of pants. Nothing else. No coat against the cold air, no blanket to huddle under. He just sat under the tree, occasionally glancing down at the book he had brought out with him, but mostly staring into space, trying to come to grips with his life here, and his constant question of if he should still be living.

His eyes were a dull orange, though they shaded more towards gold, watching her.