No caffeine? Not even tea? Hells. [Rhus sighs at the glass of juice in his hand...

Before noticing someone else, and patting them on the arm, handing the glass to that person instead with a nod and a small smile. A wry smile at that, one corner of his mouth twisting upward. Then he takes a step backward, raising his hand as if to stave off any attempt at giving the glass back.]

You can 'ave it instead-- I drank not even a drop. [He's not a man for juice at all, having consumed too much of it that he's gotten so sick of the stuff.]

[Rhus is more a man who prefers simple clothing, loose and flowing, but luckily what he's been given are not out of his realm of preference-- even if the pants are a little too form-fitting for his liking. Ah, but needs must, he supposes, and he wont turn down free clothing. But the Miqo'te strikes a good figure nonetheless in his coat, with a small silver pipe in hand, and he almost feels like he's wearing something Eorzean. Nevermind the plain mask, which he doesn't care for, but he's never cared for masks-- and it makes his better eye on his better side stand out. That's important to him.

When he finds someone by their lonesome, especially a man, he'll bow to them in a deep theatrical manner, and ask:] Care to dance? The boots are 'armless, and I'll not step on your feet.

And he'll be patient in waiting for a response, tail swaying serenely behind him.]

[Despite there being meditation classes, Rhus is not participating in any of them. No, instead he's making his way onto the flowers, onto the grass and the plains, in loose clothing and sandals, white healer's cane in one hand. And then he drops down onto a crouch right beside someone.]

Good morn. You don't mind me just sittin' here to meditate, do you? Too many people sprawled out, they might break my concentration.

[If given permission, he'll nod in thanks, sitting down properly with crossed legs and laying his cane on his lap. And when he closes his eyes, that's when he begins to commune with nature, extending his senses and seeking out what could be there. Noting who is around him, the energies they carry, and simply opening himself up to be noticed as well. And he doesn't mind at all if people.

Anyone with even a lick of sensitivity towards magic or life energy will be able to sense him, even if he isn't giving out wisps or sparkles of magic. The stronger people, or even the mages themselves, may even notice that his strength is like a well-- or even a reservoir, deep and vast.]