"...I..." Chrrou shudders, wrapping his cold-weather clothing tighter around himself as his gaze lowers to fix upon the snow and his voice grows quiet again. "No. Nothing about him. He makes me nervous, but..."<br/><br/>"...the attack," he admits. "I was careless... stupid. So many different ways. It shouldn't have happened at all, I... and the guardsmice. I still have to tell them, back in Boryg... that, and..." With some force of will he avoids looking at Fiona.<br/><br/>"There's just... a lot on my mind," he finishes lamely, resettling his pack on his shoulders and looking up at Rihyan again as he resumes speaking more audibly. "Worth joining up with? To what end? What are you seeking out here all on your own?" He sighs and turns to the rest of the party. "If we need to talk, we should discuss it... in Boryg. We can't walk into Jejuna in this shape, not hurt and fatigued and unprepared-- and as for resting out in the open again, well..."