Rohan crossed his arms once she had sat and he was comfortable in his pose, sitting back slightly. The slender membrane of fin uncurled from where it had somehow caught on itself, laying out wide and flat to its fullest size. It had to be Rohan's shoulder with doubled, no doubt.
"I think there's nothing wrong with a bow--it's equal polite and chivalrous!" he said, reaching up as his arms uncrossed to push back his ginger locks. A drip of water ran down his cheek before dropping to his chest and joining the rest that continued to slowly stream away.
"I've never been to either. Well, I think there had been doors to Chicago once or twice, but it's not always so easy for me to go." He chuckled. "I'm sorry about your children. That must have been very hard to watch."