Myr is, he knows, on uneven ground with the Evergeen Circle. His earnest curiosity and warm heart had easily won him friends among its adherents. He's sympathetic enough to their ideas he hadn't needed to fake his interest in their doctrine (what little there was of it) nor his willingness to "keep his mind open"--

But someone at one of the meetings had also tried to push his journey to full membership along through magical means that had--thank Andraste and the Maker--had not worked on a Faun, which means he hadn't earned the trust he'd thought he was, not yet.

So maybe it is not surprising that for all the care that Elidibus takes to be audible in approaching him, the Faun bounds a good three feet away from the Ascian's voice when addressed, tail flagged behind him in mute warning. To say he's on edge is a charitable understatement.

"Ah--" The giant wormlike creature that had been marching along beside Myr rears up to regard Elidibus with what might be inferred to be wary skepticism. Myr puts a fumbling hand on its back after a moment, and catches his breath. "--apologies, messere, you startled me. What is it you wanted?"

He only caught the tone, not the words, in his momentary panic.