The campfire is set up after a battle. As usual, everyone surrounds it to prepare food while others tend to their wounds. They talk, laugh amongst each other. As usual, the leper distances himself. Close enough to the fire to see properly, allowing him to bandage his sores. But far away enough to not truly be part of the group.

He merely glances at you when get a foot too close. Not wary, or outright rejecting you just yet - but as trusting as a beaten dog. Ever so subtly, he leans away from you when the sores are exposed, his focus still on tightening the bandages.