You are the night-time fear
His eyes linger on the book, surprised to find her reading such a thing, and suddenly wondering where she's actually from. Not that a native can't show interest in their own history, but... One of his fingers twitch, but he lets go of it, for now. "I am glad to hear that," he answers, quiet and mellow as usual, but equally honest. He's very happy to see her settling back into life so well. "And I'm glad I was able to help you with it." He mostly means cleaning up the Infirmary: leading her back to life had been more akin to confused sleepwalking and all the Voice's doing, anyway."Both?" he admits with a slight chuckle. "I thought of what you offered, when you brought me to the Grounds. About looking me over, seeing if you could find an explanation for why I shut down. I have my theories, but.. with taking on the LongNight monsters-" He says it as if he knows what they're all about, but he doesn't, he really doesn't, just knows enough to know bad Voice experiments can be terrible, terrible things and that the Grounds have been plagued for centuries "-I don't think I should be taking any chances."
You are the morning when it's clear
AAMU
