Now is not the time to let that take the breath out of him. Some nearer contact that is not part of them yet, not anymore. The charm in being asked. Careful hesitation that he knows he is probably reading wrong, but something like hope blooms in him.
There's a part of him that still blanches when the marks on his face are touched, even if they at least obscure marks of age.
But he catches sight of something like conflict. It overrides even the temptation to answer the magic in him. "It's going to be all right. I promise."
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Now is not the time to let that take the breath out of him. Some nearer contact that is not part of them yet, not anymore. The charm in being asked. Careful hesitation that he knows he is probably reading wrong, but something like hope blooms in him.
There's a part of him that still blanches when the marks on his face are touched, even if they at least obscure marks of age.
But he catches sight of something like conflict. It overrides even the temptation to answer the magic in him. "It's going to be all right. I promise."