[ Ain blinks for a moment or two, as his mind deciphers her statement. She speaks fast, snappish. ]
You look sad.
[ It's evident, isn't it? While his voice is quiet, it's also soft.
He could ask several things. What is it that ails her? Is she like the others? Is she an elf? Many questions. But they all tumble through his fingers, scatter like leaves in the wind. ]
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You look sad.
[ It's evident, isn't it? While his voice is quiet, it's also soft.
He could ask several things. What is it that ails her? Is she like the others? Is she an elf? Many questions. But they all tumble through his fingers, scatter like leaves in the wind. ]