Mitta continues to pull at Rose’s hair, winding locks of it around his fingers only to pull his hand free, apparently obsessed with the feeling of the waxy strands. The female taps him and he stops, but his hand is not withdrawn, merely hovering there motionless. Then it moves down to her neck, experimentally pressing into the muscle on either side of the spin and following it down until her shoulders.<br/>“I am sure we can talk to them, but I do not know what they could say. There are no large ships on the island, and even if there was, we would still need to get past the hunters of the deep,” the female says, trying to keep her voice low so as not to alarm Kasumi, but her drunkenness impedes the effort.<br/>Dross holds Kasumi as she explains the nature of her ordeal, his body tensing up as she mentions no one being at fault. But he relaxing and releases her, and when he looks at her he is smiling. “It is good that you can think of him with a kind heart after what he did to you. But that does not excuse him, if he was lonely, he should have tried being kinder to those around him,” His hand flickers with hesitation, but then presses gently against her makeshift garbs at her left breath, his fingers and palm barely touching the fabric. “You have a kind heart Kasumi,” he repeats before his hand falls back to the leaf strew forest floor.<br/><br/>Kasumi<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">DC: 15 listen check to see if you heard the elf’s comment.</div></div>