Robert
"...What made you leave, if I may?"
*He'd ask tentatively, his eyes taken off the rotating spit for a moment as he gauged her reaction. Prodding too much may be unwise, he thought, but he was still curious.*
Pricilla
*She seemed pensive, her gaze set on the boar as she contemplated the right answer. She hadn't yet put it in words yet.* "Tied up my last loose end. Dealt with somebody who needed to get dealt with, then i left."
Robert
"Considering your past occupation..."
*He trailed off very quickly, scratching his chin as he thought on the implications. Someone important, mayhaps? Or, at least, important in her community. The centaur let the silence settle as he carved off a chunk of boar that had seared enough, offering it to Sivne with a dry smile.*
"I see. Not a pleasant goodbye, from the sounds of it..."
Pricilla
*She shoved the next bit of boar meat he offered onto her knife, chomping down onto it. She spoke with her mouth half full.* "Not a pleasant goodbye." *She repeated, swallowing her food and looking go the side.* "Mmh. And you, planning to go home eventually?"
Robert
"Hm..."
*He gave nothing more as response for a few moments, his eyes slowly settling on the fire once more as he ruminated. Once, about half a year ago, Circine would have been confident in saying yes: He would experience what he wanted to, learn what he needed to and return home to fulfil his duty to his family and tribe. But, after wandering through all sorts of cities, and helping those he could, the prospect of returning to isolation seemed all the more sour - why should he stop helping people? For tradition? His family? Returning was fine, but a permanent return...*
"Not soon. I have much still do to, and I'm not ready to make the decision that waits for me at home."
Pricilla
"I don't see the point in going back. Mmh. Childhood was a long time ago, things change." *She said as she cut off another chunk of boar meat. She was clearly hungry.* "I don't ever plan on going back, unless things change."