Mount Apikuni Looking like you own it

     Embry felt compelled to alleviate the pain, but it eluded him as to how. He was still only a stranger to Elixir, and he felt that any gesture he attempted might be controversial. It was testament enough to her irreporachable personality that she divulge so much to him, and he was grateful for that despite the naivety it imparted.

     "What are you doing?" He couldn't help himself. In an amiable, ginger manner, he made light of her bizarre tendency to... was it count? It occured to him that she was using a manuever similar in function to that of his breathing exercises, which he employed exclusively during nerve-wracking and labor intensive situations.

     It made sense, of course, given her difficult origins, that she should develop brittle tendencies to combat resulting maladies. Himself, Embry found her behavior winsome and undeniably endearing; he made sure this was clear in his considerate, purely inquisitive approach. There was no judgement within his sea-green eyes: only admiration.