Melchia looks over at Rubido as he begins to skin the crocodile. He looks away in mild distaste.
<How do I feel?>
There is a 'pause' for a moment. Melchia's gaze seems distant, as if he is briefly lost in memory.
<…You are very talented, Selia. And brave, as this exchange seems to make evident. I find your company pleasant… But, you should know, I have a history of people pushing me away. At first I did not understand why, but… I ask that you be patient with me. I've erected certain defenses over the years, on my own. As the mind is my battlefield, I've come to guard my own thoughts and feelings, as Rubido might wear a suit of armor or bear a shield.>
The young telepath looks Selia in the eyes… is he blushing? Or is that just burnt skin?
<But I do like you, Selia. I'm frankly baffled that anyone could feel such things for me, considering…>
He shakes his head and stands, offering her a hand to help her stand. He then speaks aloud, softly.
"A swamp seems hardly a fitting backdrop for such a discussion. But you certainly have my attention."