The big man starts to hear the rook's voice -- and though he is able to keep his expression steady until Rajani turns away, he watches the small group go with just a touch of unease. He'd been wistful and almost happy in her company only moments before, enjoying teasing the rook and the well-trained buck: now, there is a part of him that wonders.
He shakes the thought from his head, tucking his hands in his pockets and turning away, to head back to his own rented flat. No sense in worryin' 'bout mystic stuff. Them that wanders always been closer to hedgewitchers than ordinary folk, after all.
