The Restorer
Roman's brow furrowed slightly as he processed Thea's explanation. "Dathomir…" he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue with a hint of curiosity. He knew of the planet, of course. It was hardly a secret, even in the quiet corners of the galaxy where he'd spent his formative years. But his formal education had always focused on the broader strokes of galactic history and politics, glossing over the nuances of individual cultures like Dathomir's. The planet had always been a blip on the star maps, more a point of interest than a place to understand. He realized with a jolt that his ignorance was showing. He certainly hadn't meant to trigger any defensiveness from her, it had just been genuine interest.
A big, cheesy grin spread across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he spoke. "Well, if everyone else from your world is like you, I only think highly of it." He genuinely meant it. He wanted to understand, not judge. "Plus," he added, gesturing to her face again with a playful flick of his hand, "those tattoos add to the whole elegant yet intimidating look."
His mind whirred for a second, picturing dark, hooded figures and swirling green energies from the stories he heard of Dathomir, a shiver of excitement replacing his earlier sheepishness. "So… can you do magic then? Any tricks?" He punctuated the question with a mischievous grin. His gaze flickered over to the distant Jedi who had chosen to remain on the shore, a plan forming in his mind. "If so, we should trick him somehow," Roman said, pointing in the Jedi's direction with a conspiratorial wink. He was already picturing the possibilities, his playful side taking over. A little harmless fun would be in order, and the idea of involving Thea and her so-called magic was irresistible.