But that's not too surprising, is it? She might have gotten an inkling of it from the moment Gen had crashed for exactly one night at the Seeker's shrine before declaring that, now that Gray was settled in to the shrine and Eustace was on his way to being revived, he was leaving for a bit. To keep an eye on things in the surroundings, to make sure they weren't being pursued. And while he'd returned in a hurry the moment he hadn't been able to contact Gray through her shard, his time spent away from the shrine hasn't done that much to temper his restless demeanor. While Gray spends her time patiently attending to Eustace's burgeoning chrysalis, Gen wiles away the hours constantly on the move -- sleeping for a few restless hours curled up in a corner, pacing around just inside the shrine, doing a round of the immediate surroundings before returning to skulk around at the periphery of Gray's field of vision.
By the time Eustace begins to stir, he's slumped over near the entrance to the shrine, leaning against a small cluster of rocks as he nurses one of his carefully-rationed remaining cigarettes --
and he jerks to his feet the moment he hears that rustle of movement and the quiet sound of Gray's voice. ]
-- is he waking up?
[ It's a matter of such importance that he doesn't even pay attention to his cigarette slowly burning away between his lips as he stumbles over, gaze fixed intently on the twitching chrysalis. And while he does give a slight flinch at the sound of the harsh crack and the slop of viscous fluids as Eustace spills from within that strange cocoon ... he can't bring himself to look away, either. His entire focus is on watching the rise and fall of Eustace's shoulderblades with each breath -- that concrete proof that Eustace is alive once more. It's only once Eustace has finished hacking up that fluid that he manages to find his own voice, his words emerging uncharacteristically small and breathless: ]
... Eustace. Are you ... [ alive? well? okay? ] ... yourself?
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But that's not too surprising, is it? She might have gotten an inkling of it from the moment Gen had crashed for exactly one night at the Seeker's shrine before declaring that, now that Gray was settled in to the shrine and Eustace was on his way to being revived, he was leaving for a bit. To keep an eye on things in the surroundings, to make sure they weren't being pursued. And while he'd returned in a hurry the moment he hadn't been able to contact Gray through her shard, his time spent away from the shrine hasn't done that much to temper his restless demeanor. While Gray spends her time patiently attending to Eustace's burgeoning chrysalis, Gen wiles away the hours constantly on the move -- sleeping for a few restless hours curled up in a corner, pacing around just inside the shrine, doing a round of the immediate surroundings before returning to skulk around at the periphery of Gray's field of vision.
By the time Eustace begins to stir, he's slumped over near the entrance to the shrine, leaning against a small cluster of rocks as he nurses one of his carefully-rationed remaining cigarettes --
and he jerks to his feet the moment he hears that rustle of movement and the quiet sound of Gray's voice. ]
-- is he waking up?
[ It's a matter of such importance that he doesn't even pay attention to his cigarette slowly burning away between his lips as he stumbles over, gaze fixed intently on the twitching chrysalis. And while he does give a slight flinch at the sound of the harsh crack and the slop of viscous fluids as Eustace spills from within that strange cocoon ... he can't bring himself to look away, either. His entire focus is on watching the rise and fall of Eustace's shoulderblades with each breath -- that concrete proof that Eustace is alive once more. It's only once Eustace has finished hacking up that fluid that he manages to find his own voice, his words emerging uncharacteristically small and breathless: ]
... Eustace. Are you ... [ alive? well? okay? ] ... yourself?