[ The averted gaze does seem to help, with no one else around he more hastily discarded the armor and slipped into the water before that changed. However, he immediately foils his carefully laid plans of hiding his injuries, when hot water hit fresh burns he couldn’t help but hiss from the sting. It wasn’t as bad as it had been when he was last himself, but ah they were definitely still there. He eases himself in a bit slower, but otherwise pretends as though nothing happened.]

My people are called Au Ra, my siblings and I are of the Raen descent. Our scales are gold or white. The Xaela are our black scaled kin, but are more rare.

[It was the easier thing to talk about. His people, their history. There was some pride to be had in the heritage. His people were warriors once, though probably far better than he.]

It is. Honestly, it’s more of a shock to simply be, regardless of where it is. My last outing… wasn’t to be a repeat performance.