[bag on his hip, knife and bow strung equally in their respective belts (damn primitive, his twenty first century technology-addled brain scoffed, but it was a passing thought and not worth anything), Hinata waits with a hand on a large, yellow bird, of which was saddled and ready to go with as bored of a look as a bird could manage.]
[on spotting the green haired woman approaching, he raises a hand but not a smile. for his part, he looked healthy, rested, well-nourished-- in short, not a sufferer of any internal damage. the only evidence anything may have gone astray was a particularly messy hair day, the tighter set to his jaw and a new brownish-red stain on his boot's side.]
aaaaction.
[on spotting the green haired woman approaching, he raises a hand but not a smile. for his part, he looked healthy, rested, well-nourished-- in short, not a sufferer of any internal damage. the only evidence anything may have gone astray was a particularly messy hair day, the tighter set to his jaw and a new brownish-red stain on his boot's side.]
[before saying anything, he assessed her.]