There was only but a glimpse of him, but he knew it was him. Nothing but a glimpse and a question from his beloved cousin and this was where Aren found himself. Did his training really prepare him for such a thing? People said death followed, that somebody like Aren, who lived relatively softly, didn't have it in him. If that was the case, would Jadyka let this happen? Maybe. It was... hard to tell. Hard to read the face of a mechanical dog-like face. Honestly, Aren was somewhat intimidated by his appearance alone, though they said he didn't always look that way.
Aren adjusted his collar and cleared his throat, as if he was being choked to death by his own ramping anxiety. And how long had it been now? Too long. Years. For some reason, that made Aren twist his fingers together; he couldn't stop fidgeting with his hands, touching buttons, touching collars, touching his own hands. Gods, was his mouth dry or what? He wished he brought a flask of water with him. Why didn't he bring any water? Was he stupid?
His heart beat faster than his steps as he arrived closer at the meeting place arranged by Jadyka earlier. Flexing his hands, he tried to ignore the tingling sensation that relayed his anxiety. Where...? Oh! There he was. Hard to miss a tall mechanical dog man. Gathering himself up to his best height, Aren smoothly strode over, belying the frayed nerves jumping wildly inside of him.
"Master Jadyka!" he greeted him, lowering his head in respect. When he peered back up, he could feel the worry washing over him. Again, he found Jadyka so hard to read, so hard to tell what he was thinking.
"Do you think we're ready?" he asked, then inwardly winced. "I mean, am I ready?" Of course Jadyka was. What kind of dumb question was that?
(OOC: Let me know if anything needs changing/expanding. Still new to this world!)