[ Despite his careful handling, Gray is skittish like a rabbit, startling automatically under his touch. But she doesn't immediately bolt, instead whipping around to look at his face — and a passing familiarity strikes her too, mostly because she recognizes his fluffy beard among the clean-shaven ranks of the Kenoma Aions. It's more of a wild bush now, though.
She backpedals sharply to put a single step between them, worry writ all the way across her face... for herself, but also for him, as unkempt as he is. Even though she hardly knows him, the rough fog of drink is heavy all around him. She's amazed he has the wherewithal to be concerned for her. It probably speaks more for his character than if he were in good shape.
She stares at him for longer than strictly appropriate, taking in his appearance and demeanor with a soft intensity. When she finally speaks up, her voice is quiet, tentative. ]
... I'm lost. [ She admits it readily. ] Would... you be able to help me?
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She backpedals sharply to put a single step between them, worry writ all the way across her face... for herself, but also for him, as unkempt as he is. Even though she hardly knows him, the rough fog of drink is heavy all around him. She's amazed he has the wherewithal to be concerned for her. It probably speaks more for his character than if he were in good shape.
She stares at him for longer than strictly appropriate, taking in his appearance and demeanor with a soft intensity. When she finally speaks up, her voice is quiet, tentative. ]
... I'm lost. [ She admits it readily. ] Would... you be able to help me?