Leon
Marsila had been waiting for Rekkan's answer, hoping he would provide her with his own insight on inner demons. As if her question had struck some nerve, the shifter watched as he suddenly collapsed onto one knee and lowered herself beside him. If it hadn't been for the amulet drawing in most of her panic, Marsila would have been rendered frozen in her place. 

She had no idea what had triggered it, unbeknownst to her that it had been the question she asked. 

The shifter noticed a couple of the refugees looking towards them in confusion, though one didn't have any care for what was happening with the Warrior. He simply continued walking whilst the other began their way towards the two. 

"We will catch up." Marsila simply stated towards him which he began to argue with. He had been one of the men who thought of Rekkan as a hero rather than someone who destroyed their village, causing him to hesitate when she claimed his assistance wasn't needed. 

"I'm being serious. We will be fine." 

Even though he had been doubtful, he reluctantly turned on his heels and continued to walk with the group and caravans. 

Satisfied, Marsila went back to focus on Rekkan, her hand placed gently on his back in hopes to soothe whatever he was going through. She was clueless as to what he was going through and was forced to stand when he straightened his body back whilst kneeling on both knees.

"Rekkan?" She questioned as he stared towards her, hoping what ever had happened was now over. The shifter noticed how his eyes didn't seem to be in focus as they stared blankly towards her, still lost in his own mind. Fortunately for Marsila, his body began to visibly relax after moments of feeling hopeless to the current situation. 

"Rekkan." She repeated, kneeling herself down in front of the wanderer so she was able to study his features, looking for any signs that she should be worried about. He no longer held the blank stare from before, instead he showed her something she had never seen in him before. A sense of emotion and confusion. 

It had surprised her.

"What happened? Are you alright?"
David
His head was still light as feather, wobbling over his neck before he brought a hand up to hold it. The wanderer struggled, but he managed to get to his feet with his left hand supporting itself on the shapeshifter's shoulders.

"My... Mother..." He muttered, his eyes squinted as he stared at the ground. His right hand's palm burned and he looked at it, then a little more stable than just moments ago. The burn faded into a tingling sensation across the three lines that crossed the spiral on his skin. It was tradition for the Batsaikhan tribe to tattoo the flesh with one of the archaic symbols they associated with their founders or the spirits they sought guidance from. The spiral related to the cycles of life and death, the beginning and the end. The three lines, they were formed in that night, which cut the line and made his destiny uncertain. "She did something to me..."

Rekkan shook his head slightly and gazed at her. "I'm—I'm fine. We should go. The lake isn't far now."
Leon
Marsila was unsure on how to react when he spoke of his mother. He had not once mentioned any family members during their time together and it only now hit her that she barely knew a thing about him. Her brows furrowed out of annoyance as he seemed quick to dismiss his earlier statement. 

"You are obviously not fine. I ask you one question and you collapse."

Pressing her lips together, Marsila reached her hand out before wrapping her fingers around his wrist and pulled towards her the marked hand. As she faced his palm towards her, her eyes studied the simple patterns, wondering how they were related to his mother. 

"Rekkan.." She began as she dropped his hand, exhaling deeply as she did so. "I think we have been together long enough to learn about one another. The villagers can wait. Catching up to them is the last of our worries."