At least she wasn't pulling away from him, so Tal figured he hadn't screwed up too badly. He sat there as long as she needed, idly flipping through the book without really seeing the words in it, just to have something to do with his hands until she was ready to talk again.
He nodded at her words, about attachment and stupidity, understanding that, even if he tended to get attached to things like walking trees and dogs instead of people.
Well, maybe some people, too.
And then he realized that she couldn't see his nod, so he groped back until he found-- well, not her hand, but the spade-y tip of her tail, and he patted it with an awkward but sincere attempt at comfort. "Yeah. I know what y'mean."
At least he could do something about what she needed now, and he pulled away from her slowly before standing up. He turned to offer her a hand up as well, and then the book that the spirit had been so determined to share with the world. "Yeah," he said again, quietly gruff. "C'mon. Th'Peregrine's waitin'."
~Fin~
He nodded at her words, about attachment and stupidity, understanding that, even if he tended to get attached to things like walking trees and dogs instead of people.
Well, maybe some people, too.
And then he realized that she couldn't see his nod, so he groped back until he found-- well, not her hand, but the spade-y tip of her tail, and he patted it with an awkward but sincere attempt at comfort. "Yeah. I know what y'mean."
At least he could do something about what she needed now, and he pulled away from her slowly before standing up. He turned to offer her a hand up as well, and then the book that the spirit had been so determined to share with the world. "Yeah," he said again, quietly gruff. "C'mon. Th'Peregrine's waitin'."
~Fin~
