So he is recruiting through all this mess.
Interesting, Aela thinks. Her brow arches slightly but the palomino decides against questioning the brindled stallion further. He is frowning at her - either for lack of offering of a name or of her implication about the sensibility of recruiting to during an apocalypse - and the flaxen mare gives a shake to her flaxen head. She had hoped for something more from him, from this @[Gale] who would play hero for some wandering nomad from foreign shores. The striped girl had flashed images as she had with Skandar and where that shifter could become anything that Aela's memories could remember, this one simply shrugs them off.
Worse, he seems to get lost in his thoughts.
She had teased him and Aela had been waiting for him to reply. The young mare had assumed he would either tease her back and that good-nature she presumed was there would win out or his frown would deepen to a scowl and Aela would continue to be disappointed. She contemplates skimming across his memories, to attempt to see what it is that consumes his focus so wholly. Her head tilts and she watches, debating with herself if she could scour his memories undetected.
It's certainly an interesting prospect (Aela is always looking for ways to test her abilities) and she considers it for a moment longer.
Gale's question startles her and away from her attempt to peer into whatever was distracting him. "This?" she asks, tilting her blazed head prettily from to one side and shares a glimpse of the granite kingdom her grandmother once ruled, of the proud peaks of Nerine. "A familial trait," she tells Gale easily. "I've always assumed it was something from my father," she says with another roll of her gold shoulders (and this is the truth; Kota had been gifted with healing and glowing but there had been nothing of the Echoes within her foster mother so it must have come from the sire that Heartfire spoke so vaguely of).
It's the smile she gives him - a haunting one - that faintly resembles a man long gone to his grave.