09-26-2008, 03:27 AM
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“Sorry.” Regan shook her head, about to say “don't be” when she paused and thought about it. If he was kind enough to apologize, even half-heartedly, why bother getting him to take it back? Instead she stretched out her now cramped arm and sat cross legged once more, listening to him with her eyes on the fire. A smile started to appear on her lips as he spoke; Regan couldn't help it, she was glad he wasn't trying to act concerned, and pry into her life by asking further into it, or saying something along the lines of “I've got all night”.
“Yeah, I suppose your right,” she said with a hint of amusement in her voice, looking back up at Laruku with a smile. “I'd probably mess a lot of things up with this story.” She took a moment then to look Laruku over, mesmerized by the many scars on his body, amazed at how he could have so many and still be walking. “How long have you lived here?” She asked, even though what she really wanted to ask was how he had gotten so many injuries.