"...I don't deal well with this scent."

It was all right when he could leave and duck his head out as he pleased. Now... He draws his wings around himself, hunched and defensive.

"My people live in forests. So much dead, burned wood would be distressing even without, well."

...Right, a different world, the Massacre isn't something Kiyo would know about... This isn't a good direction to take the conversation on a date.

"...I can handle it."