Ian watched with both intrigue and a touch of bitterness. Even for as old as he was, Ian couldn't come to terms with the fact that he would never be able to learn how to do things like this. It bugged him that he could read a book about something and not understand any of it. Reading was always one of his many weak spots but improving it would probably never happen. Ian turned to look at Adia and smiled. She looked quite happy and even though it was held in, he couldn't help be happy for her happiness. He didn't care she was a mongrel and she didn't seem to care he was a component either.<br/><br/>Ian put a comforting arm around Adia's shoulders and watched the fight with her. For as much as it bothered him it also made him nod in appreciation at the boldness this mongrel had. He possessed a kind of immunity and toughness that he had to earn. It's a good thing he was skilled because he had to be twice as tough to get half the respect Kyrshians get.<br/><br/>The horn sounded and he followed Adia at a comfortable distance for her so that she could talk to others in privacy and not as if she had someone looming over her:listening to her every word and watching her every action.<span style="font-style: italic">" I bet I look creepy like this. Oh well it's my job and she needs me."</span>