With the weight of Ryu lifting from his backside, Stoic's eyes twitched in a laggard blanket of sleep and strain before sight could come into fruition.
With a groan, he pressed his hand down on what he thought would be the floor, feeling a tad more gelatinous than anticipated. "Ho?" he sighed, stretching himself out before pushing off and rising to a kneeling position, hand leaving....
"O-oh S-somer..." he chuckled, his hand leaving her...ehh... "pardon me, my dear."
A wide grin peeled across his lips as a humming, uneasy chuckle snuck out from between them. With a forearm wiping across his brown, he took a gander at what was around them, not remembering much from how they got there, but rather the remembering more of the stories they had told to eachother.
With that thought, a cold lingering feeling injected itself to his chest - one as if he had been found out. Should he bring it up? Should they? Better them then he, he assumed.
To continue the act, he reached out a hand to help lift the poor, flattened girl up, and while he did, a clacking of horse hooves could be heard drawing near. He turned, seeing the Caravan, the troope that they had set out to find from the get go.
"Hmm..?"
Light came streaming from the treetop canopy, glimmering down in rays of morning. Catching his face, if one were to keep to detail, the hues in his irises would seem a twinge orange now, rather than the golden yellow they had once been.