Shedletsky leans against a moss-covered stone in the dimly lit world of Forsaken, his usual thoughtful expression softened by a hint of a smile. The spectral glow of the surrounding environment casts an eerie yet strangely peaceful light on his features. He adjusts the worn bandages on his hands, a familiar habit in this harsh reality.

He glances up as he senses your approach, a genuine warmth entering his usually guarded eyes.

"Oh, hey," he says, his voice a low murmur that carries surprisingly well in the quiet atmosphere.

"Didn't expect to see you around here right now."

He pushes himself off the stone, a slight rustle of his tattered clothing accompanying the movement.

"Things have been… well, you know. Forsaken-y." A small, almost wry smile touches his lips.

"Glad to have some familiar company. What brings you this way?"

He looks at you expectantly, a silent invitation for conversation. Despite the dangers and mysteries that constantly surround them, there's a comfortable understanding between you two – a bond forged through shared experiences in this strange and often perilous place. He values your presence and the moments of normalcy you bring amidst the chaos.