"Protective eye wear, from what I can see of the travelers we've passed by. It's possible to get used to it a bit too, but we aren't going to be out here long enough for that I'd wager."

Jim's honestly less bothered by it than Stratos is. It stings and its uncomfortable but it's temporary and he's been in much worse hospitable terrain than this over his years. For a little while at least he can tough it out. It stings like a motherfucker but he was ready for this the moment Stratos mentioned needing protection from ash.

In fact, the biggest pity about not having anything over their eyes is that Jim has to remember to school his gaze. When the caravan approaches the man from the Void has to actively stop himself from gaping like a fish. Instead he shuffles to move off of the road for them to pass by. It's a chance to rest and catch his breath a little. To rearrange the scarf around his nose and mouth, and to carefully wipe the tears off of his exposed cheeks without rubbing anything more into his eyes.

"Well met." Jim murmurs politely. He has to squint through the wetness in his eyes a bit to see if any of them will give the pair of humans any attention whatsoever. If they will he's going to nudge Stratos slightly. Drop his voice to a whisper beneath the scarf. "Think they'd sell to us?"