He tilts his head down, eyes dancing over the floor, over the various pieces of molted wing.

"Help how?"

Social, yeah, he's social, he likes his friends, being around people. And though he would prefer to be alone, she's already here, isn't she? Even if part of him is really fighting being all right with this, having her say longer, being able to study him. Suddenly his mind flies into a flurry of negative thoughts about her accidentally being followed, leading someone here that shouldn't be. Lysunder's eyes close tight and he quickly puts his hands up to his face, breathing in deep,

"Y-you're alone, right?"