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Eilin's expression wasn't lost on the demon, the male following his companion with ease despite the increasing density of the forest. For a moment, he was blessedly silent with his inner musings, but it didn't last long.  He wasn't quite sure what to make of the dark haired woman's gaze upon him, but he was fairly certain it wasn't exactly with fond or otherwise positive regard. No, those pursed lips lips definitely held some measure of disapproval or the like.

Letting out a slight huff, Sverre shook his head as Eilin finally spoke, his expression reminiscent of a pout. "What? No one was maimed or killed. We sent a clear warning of danger, and got to scare the crap out of some poor, inattentive idiots. Maybe they'll be better afterwards. It's not the harshest way to learn by any means." He reasoned with a nonchalant shrug. Suspecting she would still be disapproving of this answer, he had the decency to look at least somewhat sorry for his mirth. "Is it so wrong to find their bumbling about amusing? To think their expressions were rather ridiculous?"

"And besides..." he continued after a moment, voice somewhat softer as he imagined better feelings between them, the companionship they shared years ago. "We both got to take part. You knew how to send the message, I helped deliver it. Now it's up to them."

The halfling noticed the path they took seemed to be leading deeper into the forest. More specifically, along the same route that Eilin had gone when she had been shot at. The mental image of her falling prey to the finishing blow made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The feeling was unpleasant, and he felt almost sick at the thought ofbwhat could have transpired had he been too late.

He'd have failed her a second time.

Thankfully, the dark haired huntress' late question caught his attention before he could get lost in thought. Sverre chanced a more direct glance at Eilin, not faltering in his steps despite his attention not being directed in front. He regarded her words a moment, pondering for a second how to best explain himself. Hell, he wasn't entirely sure why he'd been so hellbent on finding her. Pretty sure, but not entirely.

Sverre took a slight breath, mulling her question over even as he finally answered. "Honestly? At first I was just pissed and trying to get answers, confront you despite your obvious efforts to avoid me..." he began, brows furrowed slightly as he played over the past week in his mind. "I'd...had a nightmare about...that day. So, I was more frustrated than earlier. And the fact that you looked like, well, you...I was particularly pissed off to see my only friend's face haunting me when I lost her already." Sverre stopped, interrupting his story, only he now looked more than just a tad embarrassed.

"I know, I know... it should have been obvious who you were by that point. But honestly? I couldn't be sure I wasn't projecting to some degree, seeing more similarities than there were. I truly believed you dead..."

Clearing his throat, the half demon continued, looking ahead once more. "In any case, after running about and getting my sword sharpened, I thought to look for you. I had just about decided to go back to the inn and wait when I saw a piece of fabric caught on a thorny bush outside the town limits.  I snuck out, checked it, and caught your scent. All I had to do then was follow." Sverre turned back to her with a frown and a berating huff. "You were daft to go hunting demonkind so late and so far from the town. All on your own no less! What if had been more than one?" He snapped, sounding a tad harsher than intended.

The male cleared his throat, looking apologetic as he regained his composure. "A-anyways! I saw you get shot the first time, and, well...I couldn't just leave you there to die from some punk scout." He finished with a half shrug.