Falls

It is intriguing to him that she considers so carefully his question, and more than a little beguiling to watch each emotion roll over her expression as she finds the answer she felt most honest to give. "Both." She says it at last, hoarse but not without a firm belief in the word she speaks into the empty divide between them. He nods, a small smile settling crookedly on his lips.

To his apology for intruding, she seemed to think him less worth chasing off or sending on his way, and so he initiates an introduction to fill the potential void one more time. His name. It is not a fancy thing, certainly, but it is just about all he had left after his battle with Solomon. The stallion had to admit that it was a interesting feeling - he had lost many times and yet he had never before felt so bereft of worth as he did having lost the chance to insist staying by Atlas’s side.

"I’m Banks. And I’m afraid I’m not the best company to have." His crooked smile turns into a melancholy grin, wistful too as he wondered if she realized how little ‘best company’ he was for himself by comparison. "It is a pleasure, Banks, even if you do not favor your own company too highly." Her lack of movement away, along with her lack of dismissal, makes him inclined to stay. It is her vague but still visible awareness of him as she gazes at him that keeps him in place, however.

"If I may, the expression may be a bit vague to read - but you seem more curious than your silence could mask." He shifts his weight so that he is no longer standing with his weight on his bad side. "If it is the limp, I’ve recently come up short in a challenge - though I can honestly say that the main goal of the fight was still a victory for me." He lets his smile turn into an amused grin, "And if it is not that, I am not sure what words to put to the question in your eyes."