When she huffed at him about throwing himself recklessly at her he stared at her with a rather flat look, "Maybe if'n you weren't fallin' all over th' place or gettin' into trouble every ten minutes I wouldn't have to?" He tried to end the question with an arch of his brow, but Cauwyn wasn't very good at arching his brow so it sort of just became a peculiar look.
He looked around the ruins with her, but said nothing. There was nothing too say really and certainly nothing comforting. At least, nothing Cauwyn could think of. He did give her a small, sad, apologetic smile though. It was the best he could offer, he had no answers for her.
"Don't know," He said rather matter-o-factly with a firm shrug of his shoulders. It was a bit of a sore subject with him, but then what wasn't when it came to this girl? "Never knew my parents, so I couldn't ask them.. When I was younger, and my so called 'gift' got recognized, Alderius took me a few different places t' get tested. We never got much answers, though Alderius received plenty of offers to buy me. An' one of your kind even tried t' cut me open while I was alive, tryin' to see what made me tick.." Cauwyn shuddered slightly at that memory.
"In any case, nears we could figure I'm just some kind of freak.. We caught an Adharan a year or so back, put her t' questionin' about it. Said she didn't know nothin', just that I was some kinda 'bomination.." He shrugged again, casually this time though he couldn't keep the disgust our of his voice. Or the slight quiver of embarrassment. He cleared his throat though, hardening his tone, "But we did figure out that I don't stop magic, like the mordecai or adhara. It just sort of, I don't know, don't affect me as much..." Cauwyn rapped gently against the hard dark leather plate on his thigh, "It can still hurt me, if'n it's strong enough... But I've yet t' kill a mage who could do more than give me a few blisters.."