[He drops in mid step and his brows come down, the edge of a sharp fang visible as he grits his teeth. This man made it clear he doesn’t want help. He has always respected what people wish.

Because few had cared about his wishes for a while. He leans against the tree again and waits. Once the coughing is over he says,] If you choose the other way. You can reach me through the stone. I’ll answer.

If you don’t. See you when you get back. [His tone is casual as if he has this conversation many times. His violet eyes are dark, the only sign that being bothered by having to say it still hits true every time. He holds his left hand up in a small wave and turns away again.]