Shen waved back to his uncle and the shop, before continuing across the street. Perhaps he should visit his uncle again once in the future, or twice, or as many times as possible. Heck, his dear uncle; it would be suicide for his honor and his family’s honor to leave out a family member like that… then again, who could explain his little ‘trip’ to this country? What could explain all that, except a soul that longed for the least attention from one whose vision was absent from the little boy. Shen couldn’t but lower his eyes at the thought, but shook his head a little. Now was today, and he was among people, and especially in the other girl’s presence… or somewhat. Her face was covered in bangs as she gave a nod in response to his question, in which more questions rose up on the lightning mage’s head. Was something mattering her? Was he being a bit too intimidating? Or did she just hit something? Either way, being Shen’s company for the day, it would obviously trigger his curiosity, and even make him worried of her. However, she showed no signs of pain, or so it appeared like. Just in case, he wanted to trigger her focus by commenting: “We’re here.” The same inn as Shen met her from. By moving his head a little to the side, he could clearly see that Hēi was loyally waiting for her master to return. Shen lifted a quick hand towards it to let it remain calm, even though that its master had arrived.
When Shen looked at Mavis again, he could see the dry eyes from close quarters. Her facial expression wasn’t that well, too. Perhaps he really pushed her nerves, despite not even intending to in the least. Although, as she thanked him, he felt that the situation was a little better now, in which he kept silent about her expression. He didn’t smile back, but nodded slowly to make sure that something was replied to her for the cute, little smirk that she did. “I see,” he replied as well. She would then introduce herself as Mavis Lockheart, and just as he guessed; a mage, from Blue Pegasus, that was. He ordered a stronger drink, a more peppermint-mixed wine drink. He would look back at Mavis and return the favor of introducing: “I’m Shen. Shen Dao. A mage from the guild Golden Phoenix.” He would lean on his sleeves while his red eye made its way into Mavis’ eye, curious of what happened earlier. Not being able to cast the curiosity away, he asked: “I’m glad that you’re okay with this… but something was odd before. Don’t you trust me..?” It was straightforward, and his red eye wouldn’t let her out of sight as it closed in, half-opened and with a bright, red, small glow erupting from the center… nothing special but mere curiosity.