Stitchens opened his mouth to respond, but shut it just as hastily. She had caught him with an awkward question he had little to no idea answering. To his awareness, he had said little about a knowledge of women. Tracing his thoughts around his recent words, the man's brows furrowed. Oh! The Fertility comment! He knew that men could be lame and infertile too, their seed duds, incapable of fulfilling their duty. He was considering how to answer in the least awkward manner when - by his lucky stars - someone else entered the conversation. He turned on them quickly, as if ready to clock them right in the face, but of course in this era that was just a precaution... With the familiar uniform noticed right off, tension near poured from his tensed and exposed muscular arms. He had no reason to pummel a Wave Guard, not with the hard work they do to defend Zeltiva and its denizens. It took no expert to tell that this man knew the Charoda Ariann. Now that he had turned towards Ricky, he would see one reason why the broad man had hit it off so easily with the sea-woman. Stitchens and Ariann shared the mark. While Ariann's was on her hand, Stitchens' was a curled snake on his cheek, rising so that a wing hung over his left eye. Though he had the physique of a warrior, he was most definitely a healer. Of course, Ricky might have seen him running about or around the University while the healer was on duty, which would steal any surprise. "Hello!" He chimed. His voice was deep but bright, the kind tone of a healer indeed. He takes a step towards Ricky and offers a hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Ricky Maze. Stitchens Plint's the name, Stitches and Splints are the game. Healer for the University." |