"Yes." He nods, the motion dislocating some stray strands of hair from his forehead and, now that they're close up and Stacia's view is less obstructed by flying sand, revealing a blind third eye in the middle of it, that looks pretty aggravated from sand flying into it, red and leaking a thick, white-yellow liquid. He doesn't seem to notice it at all.

Instead of acknowledging it, even by wiping away some of the sticky tears, he ducks his head, avoiding her eyes. "...I'm sorry, I didn't realise you didn't realise. I just stayed in homid because I would have gotten distances wrong if I changed."