[open] she sells sea shells

"They have no idea at all." Osozo continued to confirm, the smile on their face only growing. They had a better hang of this than they'd thought, dealing with other people coming as naturally as anything else they'd tried so far. Then Arialla's hand came up, and Osozo actually took the time to look at her face, to pick apart the expression there. Something like horror, heartbreak. Something they didn't, couldn't understand. They stand, stock still, for a moment, a breath, flicking through everything they had been told upon being sent out into the world, every scrap bit of information the Voice had bestowed upon them. None of it was applicable to this. Instead, they reached out, hand stiff, to pat Arialla's cheek gently, some modicum of faux soothing. "It... doesn't have to be an upsetting thing. You can be... whatever you want here." osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty