[The frown isn't completely unexpected from the young man; Fiona is already certain that he is not the beaming type. However, his explanation forces a slip of bewilderment in her expression before she settles back into a softer, sympathetic smile. From what she knows of the man he was living with, it was not a kind relationship. So Sinistra's extraction from the situation is a good thing, right?]

Must it be out here? Without a roof over your head or a bed to sleep in? [The priestess moves closer, trying to discern any signs that may tell her how long he's already been sleeping outdoors.] Nature may be a calming force, but it would not do my mind well to know you must brave the weather every hour.

[It won't do at all even if he had camping gear. He's hurting, and somehow, she's drawn to that. Whatever it is that happened, it is likely that Sinistra didn't deserve it. Which is why she reaches for his hand to lend some comforting warmth and Chroma.]

Let me take you away from here. Let us find some happiness in food and drink, and you can tell me all of your troubles.