The Psiioniic is far too used to filtering out background noise in favor of the more important things. Right now? Dualscar's bickering with the blueblood is very much meaningless background noise. Right now, all his senses are focused on the other lowbloods in this gathering. He takes a quiet, hard breath when he hears them move towards him and finally looks up.

The familiar sight of malnourished pings and aches something inside of him and not for the first or last time, he realizes just how fucking good he has it. Running away from it all to join Signless, where Disciple always made sure they had food on the metaphorical table no matter how long it took her to hunt, and now with Dualscar. Really, how better can it get, shacking up with a seadweller like this? It's almost disgusting, really, enjoying these kind of pleasures when there's still so much unfairness in Alternia to others of his blood, and lower.

As the maroonbloods approach, his legs give a small twitch with how he wants to rush over there and take the little troll they carry. Instead, he waits, taking her into his arms and remembering again how it feels to carry a heavy burden. But he doesn't care and only takes a deep breath, holding her tighter against himself. Quietly, so that the highbloods don't hear, he hums quietly in her hear, an old lowblood tune.

You build a wall, I'll dig a hole...