They hadn't thought to aim focus at it, as the volume generally wasn't what troubled them.
But they had noticed. The Shadelord's head shifts along the wet ground, leaving ripples in puddles on stone as they nod.
He's leaning on them. He's not putting words together nearly as well as usual, but--he's leaning on them. The word liked penetrates a little late, and they don't know what to do with that, with the bloom it spreads and shivers. The latter, physically so.
The Knight is experiencing a great deal of emotion today.
Liked. Most things are fine. I can't.
Parsing their own thoughts about this is difficult. Their emotions, however, conclude...perhaps...they could--they should--take more initiative...?
Their thumb-claw uncurls again and settles against his other side. Not quite pinning him between it and the rest of their hand, but, once again, holding. If not quite so encompassing as prior.
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But they had noticed. The Shadelord's head shifts along the wet ground, leaving ripples in puddles on stone as they nod.
He's leaning on them. He's not putting words together nearly as well as usual, but--he's leaning on them. The word liked penetrates a little late, and they don't know what to do with that, with the bloom it spreads and shivers. The latter, physically so.
The Knight is experiencing a great deal of emotion today.
Liked. Most things are fine. I can't.
Parsing their own thoughts about this is difficult. Their emotions, however, conclude...perhaps...they could--they should--take more initiative...?
Their thumb-claw uncurls again and settles against his other side. Not quite pinning him between it and the rest of their hand, but, once again, holding. If not quite so encompassing as prior.