Walking back down from the ghast nest above his home, Herobrine decided to finish his collection of the icestone. Grabbing his battered pick, he head back down to the quarry, pushing back the fact that he would now have to collect double the resources.
Blinking rapidly from the dry air, the woman gently tried to put weight on her injured leg. She knew she shouldn't move it, with stitches and wounds so fresh, but she had to figure out why she vaguely recognized the face of the man who just saved her life. Limping across the floor, her knee-high heels clacked softly across the soft red stone that acted as a floor, echoing loudly in the brick hut hewn from the side of a cliff. The woman hobbled down the stairs, following the sound of stone meeting stone in a series of loud cracks.
Herobrine raised his pick up for one more swing against the water-based stone. Jumping violently, he swung around to see the producer of the gentle "Hello?" that had disrupted his work. Dropping his pick-wielding arm, he saw the stray he'd picked up shrinking away from his curious and slightly frustrated gaze.
"I'm sorry to bother you..." she said quietly as he continued to watch her with his strange glowing eyes.
"But I never got your name." she finished, squeaking slightly.
The man swallowed hard, trying desperately to remember how to talk.
"Enir- Herobrine." he replied, catching himself from saying it backwards, as it was the only way he'd heard it in the longest time. The young woman's eyes widened as all the pieces fell into place as his face and hair became slowly recognizable.
"You haven't changed much in three months," she murmured curiously, and it was his turn to be shocked. He leaned against the wall and his eyes flickered rapidly, silent memories flashing before him as he tried to calculate the length of time he'd been left in the barren world he lived in.
"My hair doesn't grow, my skin doesn't heal, and I no longer bleed from my various wounds." he said simply, deciding against telling her his theory why. Raising his pick, he let his sudden anger out on the rock in front of him, and it shattered explosively. After scooping up the ice fragments at his feet, he walked silently over to a lava pool near the portal, massaging his strained throat, and pushing back his constant anger that he'd lost control of a moment before. Hearing the gentle clicking of the woman's heels behind him, he whispered,
"And what is your name?"
"Shelby. My name is Shelby Michelle Johnson."
Reaching the lava pool, Herobrine put handfuls of the icestone fragments into a large bowl and set it gently on top of the edge of the lava pool. Shelby watched in silence as a small drop of precious water dripping off the stone and plopping gently on the bottom of the bowl.
"Now that is smart."