Now that he's not trying to avoid being near him, Murdoc is setting his eyes on Peter like a curious hawk. He follows obediantly, paying more attention to the interesting bruising pattern on his neck than the flowers or the words he's saying.

"Right. This ought to be interestin'." He mutters, finally taking his eyes of the bruises to glance about the span of the forest before coming right back to the bruises. There's no way he got those through normal circumstances, but it's none of Murdoc's business. No, he has no right to be curious.

"Did you fall off your broom, boy?"

Yup. Not his business at all.