...If you'd like some advice, I suggest keeping some of your concern for yourself. One only has so much to give.

[ So he's been taught. Really, what is wrong with some of these people. Adelis watches with a hawk-eyed glance as the other tips his gaze down with obvious embarrassment, and resists the urge to groan. What a fucking headache. ]

Otegine. [ An interesting name, but easy enough to remember. He follows the gaze down the road, squinting for a brief moment. Isn't that the way Syrlya lives...hm. ] ...And I suppose I'll keep that in mind.

[ He might as well take advantage of the 'generosity' of those who happen to know of his little affliction, than go spreading news of it around like a disease. Speaking of, Otegine will find, as Adelis looks down at their hands, that his skin is no longer cold. It's warm, just like that of a normal person, as if he's slowly leeched the taller man's body heat to make it his own. ]

It'll suffice. [ Not for very long, but... ]