An identity crisis was something Hawthorn had been fortunate enough to never have to deal with. He had been born a Gypsy, and had spent his entire life as a Gypsy. The world and the wind called to him and he answered. He was a man, a healer, a son, a brother, and an uncle. Apparently, he was also a Hero, though that didn't sit well with him. He had been put on the world to face every new day to the best of his abilities, and with a warm smile and a welcoming heart.

"Well, I suppose if you, ah... examine any situation close enough... it could always be better or worse..." he admitted freely, though in that slow tone that suggested he wasn't quite sure where her concerns came from. That didn't mean he didn't want to find out, however. "I suppose there is a trick to not wanting more than you need... not that I'm, ah, saying you do..." He added the last bit on quickly, realizing his innocent wonderings could be taken offensively, and he really didn't want to offend his Gypsy of two years.

He remained standing at the soft, loamy edge of the water as Alice crouched, and then leapt to land on the great log emerging from the murky surface. For a moment, his muscles itched to follow her, but then he realized it was likely the old, rotten tree would not be able to hold both of their weights. Hawthorn, himself, was a rather large male, after all. A large, strong male with a soft and squishy inside.

Instead, he stood at attention, his expression softening a good degree at her admission and his heart giving its own metallic pang of guilt. As the Medicine Man and the one most of the other Gypsies tended to look to for guidance, he couldn't help but feel it was partially his own fault she felt so out of place. Perhaps he hadn't done enough to make her feel welcomed. "It... can be... Easy to feel out of place, I mean," he formed his words slowly again, recalling the times his own awkwardness had made him feel more than a little out of the loop. Though, really, Hawthorn had been born out of the loop and just graciously accepted it.

"I, ah, can't claim to understand exactly why you feel the way you do..." he admitted with an apologetic smile. "But perhaps maybe... some of use take a little longer to find that exact spot we fit into... or perhaps some of us are, ah... a little too guarded to let that spot find us... Regardless, you are always welcomed among us... Never feel that you aren't."

That familiar smile of his grew into something a little warmer and more reassuring, and he gave a goofy shrug as though to silently admit that he didn't believe he was very good with words, but was more than willing to try anyways. "We're all very different, if you really look at us... I think we fit together more beautifully that way."