In his still youthful view of the world, Reave has not yet developed a true understanding of fear. In a sense it’s ironic she wouldn’t want him to know of hers when it’s that very reticence that makes it plain for him to see. The memories linger around her, fireflies in the dark forest only he can see. Though he has never tried to hide the fact that he can see others' emotional memories echoing around them so clearly, neither has he made a point of demonstrating the ability openly. For Reave, they are a mere fact of life. Another facet of their Self, much like their eyes or ears as tools of expression.
So it never even occurs to him to comment on them.
Instead he listens, head tilting slightly as curiosity thrums a familiar beat inside him. He has heard whispers of the quests others undertake of course. Knows the fairies are wont to grant favors if the wind blows just right or the mood strikes them so. But this is his first encounter with someone actively undertaking such a quest.
Naturally, he is curious, but perhaps not for the reasons one might assume.
He considers her words for only a moment before asking with barely restrained curiosity, “If you could already be a bear or a lion, what are you on a quest for?” It doesn’t occur to him just how personal such a question might be. But he does wonder what is so tempting she would risk losing the one thing she felt made her safe in these woods. Wonders if perhaps he too has been missing something he should have known earlier.
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@[Mazikeen]