Concern, interest, and a swirling mix of thoughts and feelings connected and disconnected to the moment at-hand drew near, and then grew sharply in their volume the moment Aileen laid hand on him. Sharp, but not painfully loud; he hadn't time to adjust, to think to try and resonate with her mind and heart, and found it much like one walking into the bustling outdoors from a quiet interior.
Slowly, he almost said aloud, the notion hitching his latest breath before given up on. He was easily led, albeit sluggishly so, to sit, feeling that heavy, almost burning feeling one gets when weariness finally finds its place to rest and refuses to move again. It would take a lot for him to stand steady again, feeling that way.
He was slow to offer any response at all beyond compliance, lifting his head to look at her. A stranger. Hardly phased by his own strange appearance, she had qualities of her own. To speak nothing of the hair and the eyes, Blue could perceive a...a foreign kind of air about her. Not human, but certainly not Mu, either. He had nothing familiar to connect it to.
"Who are you?" he asked, having lost her questions and his answers on the way to the chair.
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Slowly, he almost said aloud, the notion hitching his latest breath before given up on. He was easily led, albeit sluggishly so, to sit, feeling that heavy, almost burning feeling one gets when weariness finally finds its place to rest and refuses to move again. It would take a lot for him to stand steady again, feeling that way.
He was slow to offer any response at all beyond compliance, lifting his head to look at her. A stranger. Hardly phased by his own strange appearance, she had qualities of her own. To speak nothing of the hair and the eyes, Blue could perceive a...a foreign kind of air about her. Not human, but certainly not Mu, either. He had nothing familiar to connect it to.
"Who are you?" he asked, having lost her questions and his answers on the way to the chair.