It's a delight to see her smile, to see her. (He's never going to get over that, ever. It doesn't matter how long they both stay in Darrow; Rowan is never fully going to come to grips with the fact that Citra is here, with him, to stay, for a while.)

Even though he does have to blush at the teasing. Rowan shifts back to lean against the alley wall -- they really should start walking soon, to look around -- and lightly kicks the side of the calf with his foot. He's put up with far, far worse when it comes to being taunted and teased, and from Citra is feels strangely natural. They never had much opportunity for giggles and playfulness in their training and especially not afterwards. But Citra might just know him better than anyone else in the world, despite what she doesn't know about what happened to him.

"Alright, alright," he chuckles, ducking his head again. "You'll see it soon enough. I've got a shift tomorrow, so..."

He shakes his head and shrugs at the same time, trying to shake off this bewildering feeling. How is this his life right now?

"You have an apartment. You have an ID card and stuff we should get. And I can show you around town and fill you in on some of the stranger stuff that goes on around here."