He does not see or hear Maketh as herself -- not yet, while the demon's hold is still strong.
Henry furrows his brow, watching Alys turn, flummoxed by her words. Something is not right here.
"Feel you unwell? Take the rest of the day off. You have my permission."
It is a dismissal and a kindness both. Illness seems the most logical explanation for her strange bout.
With one last perplexed look, Henry turns back to Iamarl.
"We ought to find out for ourselves," he suggests, and strides forward.
Iamarl neatly falls into step with him. The distance is appropriate but nonetheless together. While he does want that information, with Iamarl close, he still thinks of sharing warmth.
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Henry furrows his brow, watching Alys turn, flummoxed by her words. Something is not right here.
"Feel you unwell? Take the rest of the day off. You have my permission."
It is a dismissal and a kindness both. Illness seems the most logical explanation for her strange bout.
With one last perplexed look, Henry turns back to Iamarl.
"We ought to find out for ourselves," he suggests, and strides forward.
Iamarl neatly falls into step with him. The distance is appropriate but nonetheless together. While he does want that information, with Iamarl close, he still thinks of sharing warmth.