[ His ears move to stand entirely on end when she wraps her arms around him. A thrill always runs up his spine, and he considers himself blessed that she might even turn her eye towards him. The feeling is fleeting however, for he notices the pitch of her voice and the way in which she apologies. His stance settles to be able to handle her full weight as his arms wrap around her securely. ]
Thisru... [ His hand still made of flesh raises to gently test on top of her head. Part of him fears it is unseen trauma finally ebbing its way through her from all she has experienced--and there naught be a way he might help her. ] Has something happened? What's wrong?
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Thisru... [ His hand still made of flesh raises to gently test on top of her head. Part of him fears it is unseen trauma finally ebbing its way through her from all she has experienced--and there naught be a way he might help her. ] Has something happened? What's wrong?