Nate !
The stranger’s next actions are almost… conciliatory. Nathaniel watches, skeptical, as he replaces the moss. His every movement is careful, meticulous. As if everything before was simply a misunderstanding. And, knowing what he knows about Caido, Nathaniel supposes… it may be. He draws in a long, slow breath and lets it out just as slowly. With it, he also lets go of some tension. Ok. He doesn’t mean any harm. He’s just weird.
Reluctantly, Nathaniel meets those pale eyes as they turn on him again, a pair of vacant spotlights, endless and wondering. He sigh, aware that he's doing a lot of sighing right about now. “You’re not from around here, are you?” he asks, his tone weary. Nathaniel misses the days he worried only about Outlanders causing some nebulous, unidentified trouble. Like living where he could see them or bothering his chickens. He has so many worse problems now.
“You could probably fit into some of mine,” Nathaniel manages at last. His tone is not quite conciliatory, but it is no longer sharp. Just exhausted, as he feels so often these days. “You can follow me back home, if you want, but you can’t stay. I don’t have any rooms left.” He needs to get the moss back home, anyway. He turn slowly, keeping a wary eye on the Outlander all the while. “I’m Nathaniel,” he adds. Why not? “You probably have questions. I’ll answer them if I can.”
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Reluctantly, Nathaniel meets those pale eyes as they turn on him again, a pair of vacant spotlights, endless and wondering. He sigh, aware that he's doing a lot of sighing right about now. “You’re not from around here, are you?” he asks, his tone weary. Nathaniel misses the days he worried only about Outlanders causing some nebulous, unidentified trouble. Like living where he could see them or bothering his chickens. He has so many worse problems now.
“You could probably fit into some of mine,” Nathaniel manages at last. His tone is not quite conciliatory, but it is no longer sharp. Just exhausted, as he feels so often these days. “You can follow me back home, if you want, but you can’t stay. I don’t have any rooms left.” He needs to get the moss back home, anyway. He turn slowly, keeping a wary eye on the Outlander all the while. “I’m Nathaniel,” he adds. Why not? “You probably have questions. I’ll answer them if I can.”
