She's keyed into the sensations at once. Thankfully she's had enough troublesome run ins to know that her pulse is spiking due to his distress, not any of her own. And there's a strange squeeze on the emotional front, too. Is that just the mercurial transfer between them?
Rosamund moves to her knees and switches to a gentle hold on his shoulder. For her own part she projects a grounded warmth. Not quite maternal, but of a kind with it.]
Dahut, it's Rosamund. Can you hear me all right?
[She might try to edge the coat off his head a little. Eye contact would help, or at least she could gauge his mood better. He's giving off such a jumbled cacaphony right now.]
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She's keyed into the sensations at once. Thankfully she's had enough troublesome run ins to know that her pulse is spiking due to his distress, not any of her own. And there's a strange squeeze on the emotional front, too. Is that just the mercurial transfer between them?
Rosamund moves to her knees and switches to a gentle hold on his shoulder. For her own part she projects a grounded warmth. Not quite maternal, but of a kind with it.]
Dahut, it's Rosamund. Can you hear me all right?
[She might try to edge the coat off his head a little. Eye contact would help, or at least she could gauge his mood better. He's giving off such a jumbled cacaphony right now.]