Michael shifted his head to try and focus on the one the strange creature in front of him, she seemed like the human-kin but her eyes were too different. This den member seemed...uncomfortable yet not because of him, though the one behind the seemed to be in a need to be far from him. The Nervous one was most eager to find a means to leave and soon took flight leaving a long pause between the blood haired one's words. Eventually Michael broke the silence, "This one does agree with your words, it is as you say; you are not wrong about this one."<br/><br/>Human-kin customs had shown him that many conversations with him were meant to draw a sense of comfort, a sense of familiarity but so far he had always been questioned by den members. How could he continue to talk with the one before him?<br/><i><span style="color: SeaGreen">Question, be inquisitive, humour her.</span></i>Came a thought not his own.<br/><br/>The malformed man frowned slightly as he tried to look roughly were the blood haired one's eyes were when he spoke, "This one is still confused with...saying 'Full of stars', this one believed head was full of thoughts and memory collector. Is it human-kin custom? Too fill head with stars? Does one take the stars and devour them?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>