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Still not sufficiently healed from his stabbing to concern himself with finding new things to steal or getting revenge, Serr continued spending his days wandering the streets and forests of Yera, careful to keep out of range of the more lawful sorts. Had he held onto the dress he had inadvertently borrowed from Andly, he might have worn it as a disguise, but it had long since been left behind. Instead, he had liberated some of his aunt's makeup from one of the shelves in her room and was sitting under a tree away from the commotion of the town's busy shops, examining it.

The lip paint was bright red and not at all subtle. He wondered if there was a way to make a brown or green variety that didn't smell funny. Something like that would certainly help with camouflage.

He didn't immediately look up when he noticed someone moving nearby. It would have been nice if whoever they were had just gone away, but when they lingered close enough for him to see out of the corner of his eye for a minute or so, any excuse for ignoring them grew slimmer and slimmer.

Serr's gaze flicked away from the smears of lipstick on his wrist as he eyed the girl warily. He certainly didn't mean to feel the way he did, but Shifters kind of raised his hackles these days, especially girl ones. Even so, she looked harmless enough, and he had taken to carrying a dagger at his hip if she suddenly got stabby.

With a breathy grunt, the prentice rose to his feet and stretched, mindful of the bandages that swathed his left side. He offered the girl a short wave. "Hey."

Serr watched her blush and fidget, an amused warmth in his eyes that the compressed line of his mouth didn't seem to echo. She was nothing at all like Jyn, and that was definitely a good thing.

"They got looked at by an old man. A friend of my aunt's," he said, voice low. It was the first time he'd uttered more than some variation of 'yes' or 'no' today, and he had yet to get up to full volume. "You can look too if you want."

He pulled at the bandage and balled it up in his hand when it was gone, grateful for even the flimsiest of excuses to remove it. The girl in the forest told me to. Underneath were a pair of clean, well cared for knife wounds, covered with a thin layer of clear gel and bound by messy stitches, but otherwise healing well. Eleon had rather unsteady hands and he'd said he couldn't help leaving scars. Serr had answered with a faint frown because he felt he had been expected to, but truthfully scars were something the boy had absolutely no problem with. If he was going to get hurt, he wanted the proof.

The boy nodded, assuring her he wouldn't shriek or run off or do any number of other stupid things. He wondered if she'd been trained to make such comforting statements. If he had been trained in the etiquette of stealing things, maybe he wouldn't have been stabbed.

"I made someone angry with me," he said with a small, cheeky grin. "I told her I'd do what she wanted, and I did, but I also did something for me. She didn't like that, even though she never said I couldn't." He shrugged, lowering the arm he had raised halfway to accommodate the healer. "I probably should have known better."

Serr didn't approve of the whole "wrapping it back up" idea, but he'd known it was coming so he didn't argue. Any irritation he'd felt was dulled by the appearance of her bag anyway. What was all of that?

"You've got a lot of... adventure stuff yourself," he said, curiously poking at a book.

Exactly. This girl understood perfectly. He was in the right, and Jyn was... stupid. Serr nodded. "Either way, I'll get her back as soon as I can." See how much she liked getting stabbed.

He picked up the book he'd poked, sparing the girl a sliver of attention amidst his curiosity. "Yeah. Okay." She could have hidden a secret message under his new bandages and he likely wouldn't have noticed. "What's your name, by the way?" If he was going to be crying out in pain, he wanted to address the right person.

Serr grew tired of the book before he had even tried reading the title, placing it back in her bag and looking instead for these stones and rings she had mentioned. His fingers positively itched to take something, and he might have done so had she been just a little richer or a little less agreeable. Anyway, he could still look.

"I'm Serr." He continued looking through her stuff until she started bandaging him and his attention was forced to her and her probey fingers. Despite pretty much everything being a little bit sore, she wasn't causing him any real pain, but he was suddenly aware that he was giving her a lot of leeway to do whatever she liked over there, just about as much as she was giving him with her things. She did seem to be remarkably trustworthy and comforting however, so he decided to try returning the courtesy. He could do the trustworthy bit at the very least. Serr reluctantly pulled his hands from her bag and folded them rather demurely, the makeup on his arm plainly visible.

"And your name seems fine to me. As long as it's not something like—"

He stopped short at her worried tone, at least until he realized what she was talking about. The initial tension in his arm that had arisen at her touch loosened as he grinned, genuinely pleased by her concern.

"Oh no, that's just lip paint," he replied, rubbing at it with his opposite hand. "I was wondering if it could be used for camouflage out here, but I'm sure there are people who sell different colors for that already." He shrugged. Mostly he had just wanted to take a look at his aunt's makeup up close.

War paint. He smirked at that, obviously pleased by this more chaotic line of thinking. Too pleased, some might have said, but they weren't here, were they? It was just him and Eziya, and she had already earned a spot on the short list of people who weren't idiots.

Serr pressed his lips together and tried to look disinterested as she brought out the ring. Definitely not an idiot. He had been eying the carved band and yes, he liked the look of it. Imagining it joining his currently depleted selection of treasures was entirely too appealing. He paused again, sighing faintly through his nose before grabbing the jewelry. It was lovely and he wanted it, but apparently receiving something as a gift was many degrees less satisfying than taking it.

He slipped the ring onto his pinky, nodding at her as he spoke. "Thanks." He chuckled. "It does match my lip paint." A few seconds passed before he reached up to untie one of the bright feathers dangling from his hair. "Here," he said, holding it out to her. "For looking at my cut."

He had spent the first sixteen years of his life with no real friends besides the woman who called herself his aunt, and now he had two in as many months. He wasn't willing to jump in front of a charging aldabuk for them yet or anything, but he wouldn't mind seeing them again after they had parted. It was an interesting feeling.

"Yes. It's not much in exchange." He twisted the ring on his finger, allowing himself to be pleased even though he hadn't stolen it. He really had gotten the better end of the deal. "But I hope you like it." He swallowed and touched the spot where the feather had been. It was better off going with her before it got all dirty anyway.

"So," he continued, carefully relaxing back into the tree. "You're just passing through? Where have you been before?"