The Quiet, followed after her a few paces behind her. He kept his hands in his pockets, and he leaned forward just lightly as he walked at a pace that was brisk enough to keep up. Of course naturally, his eyes were cast downwards and he avoided eye contact. His ears were burning, as he felt the stares of those they passed by. Although he might have just been imagining it altogether, since he dared not look up to confirm whether or not anyone was actually staring.
He only assumed they would. A dirty street urchin, following an innocent young girl around. It looked suspicious, or at least Quiet assumed it did. His eye and horn were hidden from plain sight, but somehow he felt the crowd knew. Knew what? Something, but the boy was suspicious, or at least he assumed he was. It might have been all in his head. Worrying for nothing, but he was worrying and the damage was done. The anxiety forced him into his posture, eyes cast downward.
Thankfully he had become adept at walking through crowds, while mostly just looking at down where only their feet can be seen. Of course, it helped that he was following the young girl, cutting a path for him. Even with that, he'd have to nervously peek upwards to make sure he would avoid someone who's path crossed his, in between him and the one leading him along to who knows where.
He slowed down a bit to a more comfortable walking pace, when she slowed abruptly to walk besides him. He stood up slightly straighter, naturally, wanting to look less pathetic in front of the girl. However, he was still slouching. He didn't even notice the women who walked by, to him in this world there was only one other person right now, and what was around them was just a blob of loud angry things that were just waiting for an excuse to hang him or something else unfortunate enough to stand out.
Even though she was so important to him, his habits and short comings didn't magically disappear to accommodate what he wanted to be for her. She had said something to him. He didn't know what she had said exactly. He did pick up that she delivered messages, but that was just an after thought added on amidst something else. The crowd around them was too loud, and he must have misheard. Either that, or he simply lacked the social skills to understand what she just said.
It was just as likely to be one, or the other. Possibly, it was even some mixture of the two. Regardless, he simply forced a smile and casually nodded yes to her, as if he had understood. Truth was, he often did that, and got away with it. Whenever someone would try to talk to him, he'd just ignore it or agree to whatever it was they had said. He'd do whichever he felt would get them to leave him alone fastest.
Truthfully she was probably speaking just fine. He just didn't pay attention enough, or didn't have the experience to understand. Luckily he had the traveling to take the focus off his poor social skills. He followed her, walking by her side this time, into yet another alley. He had mostly stayed to the alleys, darting from one to the other. He felt less anxiety there. On the main streets it felt like he was admits the mob that was chasing him, probably because that's basically what it was more or less.
Still, he did not dare look too far up. They always tell you to reach for the sky in lyrics and fairy tales, but whenever The Quiet tried to look up he just found it to be much too bright.