He's grateful, though his expression barely registers it - just the slightest softening around his eyes. He moves slowly, every motion deliberate, watching the child before it escapes and then raising his quiet, unblinking gaze up to her.
He doesn't make a face back.
"Conscious?" he repeats, his voice surprisingly deep for his face, repeating the singular word as if both syllables were separate and heavy.
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He doesn't make a face back.
"Conscious?" he repeats, his voice surprisingly deep for his face, repeating the singular word as if both syllables were separate and heavy.