... It is. No matter how much is taken away or removed from you...
[ his brow raises at that. how strong your will and mind is causes some sort of recognition in his own eyes as he looks at them. there's a moment that siffrin comes closer where he doesn't pull away or flinch, just has a faint twitch in his brow. it's so small, and so sudden, like the singular word, the silent question of you?
the motion is followed, lightly lightly over the center of his chest. the bow-string tautness, a thread between tooth and needle, cut with silver scissors. a breath in, a beat to hold it, a breath out. there isn't time to breathe back home, there wasn't time to breathe aboard the ship, but he's managed it all the same. part of him eats at himself - you are better than this it says, and he can't help but ask himself better than what?
the breath leaving him trembles only slightly towards the tail end, a faint flicker of a tip of tall grass. ]
[ No matter how much is taken away or removed from you... words that resonate with their time before. With the adventures they found themselves in but. There's a moment of pause, watching the man's reaction, the way he perceives them. The smallest raise of a brow but with no other words. It rings almost a bit familiar.
Siffrin watches the way he breathes in, and he matches with him, taking in those breaths alongside. Just as they have guided a certain preteen from home, with any of their friends, and a few in Heaven. And if it helps for even a little bit, as much as it normally helps themselves-
a small laugh leaves them, quiet at his words. Lowering their hand, as they peer up at him with a tilt of their head. ]
I wouldn't say wise. It's just.. something I do. To calm down. It helps me so, I use it to help other people, too.
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[ his brow raises at that. how strong your will and mind is causes some sort of recognition in his own eyes as he looks at them. there's a moment that siffrin comes closer where he doesn't pull away or flinch, just has a faint twitch in his brow. it's so small, and so sudden, like the singular word, the silent question of you?
the motion is followed, lightly lightly over the center of his chest. the bow-string tautness, a thread between tooth and needle, cut with silver scissors. a breath in, a beat to hold it, a breath out. there isn't time to breathe back home, there wasn't time to breathe aboard the ship, but he's managed it all the same. part of him eats at himself - you are better than this it says, and he can't help but ask himself better than what?
the breath leaving him trembles only slightly towards the tail end, a faint flicker of a tip of tall grass. ]
How wise you are, my friend...
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Siffrin watches the way he breathes in, and he matches with him, taking in those breaths alongside. Just as they have guided a certain preteen from home, with any of their friends, and a few in Heaven. And if it helps for even a little bit, as much as it normally helps themselves-
a small laugh leaves them, quiet at his words. Lowering their hand, as they peer up at him with a tilt of their head. ]
I wouldn't say wise. It's just.. something I do. To calm down. It helps me so, I use it to help other people, too.