REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
He’s crying, she can tell that much. And her heart breaks for him. Her eyes scan him for any injury, though she cannot see what’s happening within him. The mental shift it must have been. And her hands drop to her sides when he finally responds, trembling and sad and heartbreaking. Concern laces her blue gaze, following along him as he makes to stand. And when he asks how he gets home, a small frown finds her face.“You can’t go home yet… You came through a portal, like I did.” She says softly, hoping perhaps that telling him her own story would be enough to calm him slightly, though she doesn’t know if it’ll help or harm in comparison to realizing he can’t go home. Slowly, she edges forward toward him. “I’m Rexanna.” She tells him, as gently as she can, hoping it might help. But she notices the slightly elongated fangs along his lips, and she tries to give him a light fanged smile of her own. That he’s not alone here.
