[ When he hears his name, his expression visibly brightens. Even if it's said more to herself than to him, Trahearne's still happy to hear it.
Because something is clearly off here.
He lifts a hand when she does; he isn't sure why he did it, perhaps as a gesture of comfort, but he has no intention of doing any more than that. His hand drops.
At her question, he nods and opens his mouth to speak, but is quickly interrupted when a passer-by brushes past him. Ah. The street probably isn't the best place for this. ]
We should sit, Zelda. [ He's no human doctor, and he's no expert, but she doesn't seem...well? He places a hand on her shoulder to guide her to the side of the street, towards a bench and a little café. ] Take a few moments, and then we can talk.
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Because something is clearly off here.
He lifts a hand when she does; he isn't sure why he did it, perhaps as a gesture of comfort, but he has no intention of doing any more than that. His hand drops.
At her question, he nods and opens his mouth to speak, but is quickly interrupted when a passer-by brushes past him. Ah. The street probably isn't the best place for this. ]
We should sit, Zelda. [ He's no human doctor, and he's no expert, but she doesn't seem...well? He places a hand on her shoulder to guide her to the side of the street, towards a bench and a little café. ] Take a few moments, and then we can talk.