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Oh, great. Here comes the questions. Kelyren hesitated, thinking over the older woman's questions. Was she genuinely curious about his past, or did she have other motives for asking?

"I've been healing for a while," he said casually. "I'm not exactly sure how long, though. Didn't keep track of the months going by." He gave Pandora a charming grin, hoping she would not pry further. A flash of something shiny and metal metal on her hand caught his gaze, and he glanced down at the ring. Perhaps the guards and overseers of the arena were not as tyrannical as he had heard, if they let this woman keep her jewelry.

"Safety in numbers," he echoed, and frowned as he felt a twinge of worry. "Does this mean there's something that might threaten or endanger us? I'm not paranoid or anything, just want to know if I should be looking over my shoulder."

He weighed the pros and cons of sharing a room with the older woman. She seemed like an even-tempered, kind sort of person, which meant he'd probably get along well with her. On the other hand, she was ... well, female. The thought of sharing a room with a woman (and an older one, at that) made him slightly uncomfortable.

"If you think we should be roommates, that's okay with me," Kelyren said in a relatively neutral tone. "From the looks of things, I could learn a thing or two from you."