Ah, so he was. He supposed that it wasn't necessarily obvious. Not when so many people from so many different walks of life were all converging and moving through one location. Sky Hold might be remote, as far as he was concerned, but it stayed bustling for all that.
He listened when Marilaine spoke, focusing his attention on her in such a way as to indicate that he was fully hearing what she said. Understanding wasn't as immediate; necessary for his time here, closed minded, fearing what they don't understand. It was his life back home, only less insulated, and without Murasame to guarantee his health, and without Hamaji or Sousuke to guarantee his heart. He needed to understand this place well enough to survive. Thriving was irrelevant. He wanted to get home.
So he listened, and he heard, and he tried to decide what course that left him. "People will still find a way to fear you, when they want to be afraid. Or if they want an excuse or someone to blame. The things you understand the least are easiest to throw away. It's good advice, though." He smiled, looking more world wise than before and a little tired when he did so. "Thank you. I'll try to remember to be a good boy and wag my tail when they want." Woof. He can play at being a good dog if he must. A good tool? Sure, he was already being forcibly curtailed that way back home.
"What's your name? I'm Shino Inuzuka." Lacking both hands to use for shaking, and also proximity to make that useful, he offered a small bob of his head as a stand in for a bow. He appreciated her forthrightness in speaking without speaking down at him. It was not a trait shared by all involved with the Inquisition. Not so different than any mixed group setting, and part of why he didn't care for dealing with politics and the machinations involved therein. Way too much thinking involved.
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He listened when Marilaine spoke, focusing his attention on her in such a way as to indicate that he was fully hearing what she said. Understanding wasn't as immediate; necessary for his time here, closed minded, fearing what they don't understand. It was his life back home, only less insulated, and without Murasame to guarantee his health, and without Hamaji or Sousuke to guarantee his heart. He needed to understand this place well enough to survive. Thriving was irrelevant. He wanted to get home.
So he listened, and he heard, and he tried to decide what course that left him. "People will still find a way to fear you, when they want to be afraid. Or if they want an excuse or someone to blame. The things you understand the least are easiest to throw away. It's good advice, though." He smiled, looking more world wise than before and a little tired when he did so. "Thank you. I'll try to remember to be a good boy and wag my tail when they want." Woof. He can play at being a good dog if he must. A good tool? Sure, he was already being forcibly curtailed that way back home.
"What's your name? I'm Shino Inuzuka." Lacking both hands to use for shaking, and also proximity to make that useful, he offered a small bob of his head as a stand in for a bow. He appreciated her forthrightness in speaking without speaking down at him. It was not a trait shared by all involved with the Inquisition. Not so different than any mixed group setting, and part of why he didn't care for dealing with politics and the machinations involved therein. Way too much thinking involved.