Dross meets Kasumi’s eyes, returning her gaze with a pair of deep greyish blue irises. One of his hands returns to her shoulder. He does not speak; allow instead for the intensity of his look and the curious expression on his face to spurn her own with her story.<br/>He comments on the tale several times, mostly due to confusion. Having never heard the word letcher before he assumes it means leech, but what he really cannot seem to grasp is the concept of a nation, specifically how the agreements and legal systems employed on the island cannot be used for a political state spanning hundreds of miles. “How can it be that they will show the compassion to look after your family, yet allow a man to do those things to you?” he frowns.<br/>At the mention of needing to leave the island Dross once again allows the silence and grim expression to speak his thoughts. His arms reach out to embrace the human girl’s body, tightly gripping her as he rests his chin on her shoulder, encouraging her to do the same. “Poor girl,” he whispers in her ear, “You have suffered so much,”<br/>“Thank you,” Mitta bows his head and smiles as he receives the wine skin, the expression becoming a brief scowl as he turns to face the female elf at which she just chuckles, shuffling closer to Rose as the green haired girl repositions herself. Propping herself up with one arm the elf half lies down as well, her legs stretching out behind her. “Yeah, I know three, none from our tribe; I think they all came from the same forest. Big trees, with pale wood and widespread branches. Oka I think they were called. They wanted to sail up north, to the green valley of Muridi, instead ended up here,” she shrugs as Mitta arrives as well, having drained the last of the wine as fast as he could. Sitting cross legged behind Rose’s field of vision he reaches out to tug lightly at her hair.