Siv blinked suddenly, finding that he was the one drinking mead. Wane had retreated into his subconscious and had taken on the position he was in moments before; watching everything from within but controlling nothing.  Wane clearly wanted to rest at this inn right after obtaining the steam bike, Sivart didn't feel like doing as Wane wanted though. He could take off and leave, but truthfully, he also was tired and wanted rest, besides, he didn't feel like riding a motorcycle that he had no idea how to work. He pushed the mead aside, he looked around and realized that he was getting the occasional sidelong glances from strangers. He blushed, he should be used to what Wane had caused by now. He sighed, he was nothing like Wane besides the body they shared, and the only difference between their bodies was Wane had crescent-shaped scars below his eyes.<br/><br/>He looked and noticed one girl in a corner, sunk really low by the table and fingering a emerald necklace in her hand. He wondered if he should talk to her... or maybe not, he wasn't the best at talking to people, even if he didn't try to avoid them. He wrestled with himself for a bit before deciding to walk over and see what was up.<br/><br/>"H-Hi" he bunched the purple cloak in his hand nervously, the style choice was Wane's idea,  and no matter how many times he'd changed Wane always managed to get his hands on a purple cloak, black longshirt and leggings, and a sapphire amulet. Eventually he grew accustomed to the purple garment, often pulling the hood over his head when scared or shy. "You alright there, miss?" he gave a small smile, trying to be polite. He was mildly concerned for her, she seemed anxious. He wondered if she was staying at the inn, perhaps he'd ask where the innkeeper was.