"My name's Grian. Grian Aidu. But nobody calls me by it anymore." he spoke silently, looking up at her. Now that his eyes were no longer full of tears and horror, their vibrant green color came out as exceptionally striking. They were still wide and large, but now they were like drops of morning dew, shimmering on emerald-green grass. They weren't the eyes of a beast.<br/><br/>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Emma." he replied at her introduction, attempting to smile weakly while he clutched the hand wrapped in the old shirt. He dropped onto one of the chairs. "I promise you that I won't try to provoke you... If you, off course, don't try anything... Like that to me. I don't get angry much, but he does, and I don't like him. We're not friends." he admitted, shaking his head.