She accepts his offer of help, and Nemeon is thrilled for the chance to attempt to be useful. Even if it may be difficult - considering her description of her friend - but he is fascinated by the idea of such a creature so he hopes they are able to find them.
The grey and gold stallion begins to move off to begin (for him, continue for her) the search for the shadow-wolf, pausing only to make sure she joins. But he is careful, as always, to ensure a polite amount of space exists between their bodies. His desire for companionship does not cancel out the fact that he is inherently dangerous. Their time together has already begun to run out, a timer ticking constantly in the back of his mind as he has to remain conscious of proximity and exposure length.
There is so much, too much, twisting in his mind all the time - but whatever anxiety it causes him, at least he can do his best to not harm anyone else.
And does his best to make sure as little of that constant anxiety seeps outwards as possible - trying to appear completely calm. His wings are folded neatly at his sides and his golden eyes begin to scan the shadows around them, waiting to see if something wolf-shaped stands out from the rest. It is good to have something to talk about as they travel, even if that thing is his complicated relationship with daylight.
“The first of those, I suppose. I have never seen it to know whether I would like it or not.” Just once has he seen the sun, in a memory that has turned fond for him now that time has passed but was so painful at the time - a friend who accidentally made herself into the sun. The image of it haunts him still, appearing in his mind, and he wonders if he would dream of it if he could sleep.
It is a sweet haunting more than a malicious one. Sometimes it even brings him comfort, knowing that he has at least once known what it felt like to be touched by the sun’s light.
Now he explains his reality to this friend of shadow-wolves. Although it does pain him, it is the least painful of the curses he bears. He will always long for the sun because he can never see it, but the radioactivity is so much worse. “I turn into stone when the sun rises, and do not become a conscious breathing thing again until it sets.”
Those that touch him may experience metallic taste, nosebleed, nausea, headache, hair loss and/or skin lesions.
Symptoms become worse with prolonged exposure and onset is accelerated when exposed to his blood.