Hearing Pandora's comments on Maria, Cael raised an eyebrow slightly. In truth, watching the siblings screw with each other provided some sort of amusement for him, shown by his very slight smile. Roxy, meanwhile, hid herself behind her brother, evidently the slightly more shier of the two. [i]"If you may tolerate our presence, we would gladly accept your invitation,"[/i] Cael replied, making sure to wipe what blood was not dry off his leather boots before entering the house. Roxy did the same with her bare feet, running a hand through her blood-crusted, ginger hair, before following after Cael. In the setting of a civilized house, Roxy and Cael could be compared to feral animals. Their hair was unkept, their clothing bloodstained and torn, their skin torn up, dirty, and even burnt in places. Either they were homeless, which was likely, or had simply been traveling on foot for a very, very long time. Either way, they were in need of a shower and a change of clothing–not that they would willingly accept either of those. While Cael looked around the house with a mage's curiosity, his sky blue eyes twinkling slightly, Roxy simply tried to stay out of the Raidrir sisters' lines of sight. She remained quiet as Cael spoke: [i]"This is quite a nice place,"[/i] He would comment. [i]"Although we wouldn't know. My eyes have not seen the lower half of a roof for a decade, now."[/i]