[He has the sensation that he's being coddled, a little, but the twinge of annoyance that comes with that is— short-lived, honestly. What's the alternative? She keep asking questions about his reflections? As long as he doesn't have to volley with that, he's fine.
So, he scans the ring of crystals around her, and picks the most visually arresting (to him) to start.]
There's... a girl. Bright hair, and— I guess— [it sounds stupid saying it out loud] wings? [He glances back down at Ruth.] Is that real?
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So, he scans the ring of crystals around her, and picks the most visually arresting (to him) to start.]
There's... a girl. Bright hair, and— I guess— [it sounds stupid saying it out loud] wings? [He glances back down at Ruth.] Is that real?