"There are lotions for that," he points out. "I have a friend who values her pale skin and she has hundreds of them. She's almost as pale as you."

Mae would laugh at him if she could see him like this, fawning over some Southern Templar. He does miss her terribly sometimes.

"It would keep you from turning red and blistering your skin. It's bad for your health, you know, and your skin in general." He sits up straighter on his rock and smooths his hand through his hair. He only got little bits of demon guts and spider ichor on him. The benefits of being back from the main battle. "The oil in my hair and fine craftsmanship of my robes keeps me from ending up looking like a barbarian like you."