[ Mmmm, is Eustace making fun of him? Dokja can't tell, his understanding of the man too low. There's no way he's looking to impress anyone with his haggard appearance, the dark circles under his eyes practically a matte black. Honestly, the fact that no one screams and runs away from him is kind of feat in itself?

He scoffs loudly as he turns away, makes his way closer to the river where he can dip his hands into the water and grimace at the chill of it. ]

There's no one here to impress.

[ Unlike when he was back home and under the watchful eyes of the constellations. ]

Is that why you're here? [ Dokja asks as he scrubs at the dirt under his nails. ] Were you trying to impress someone by hitting that dragonfly?