Wild Berry Meadow reweave

He still felt strange to know he had some place to return to. It was alien to him, and maybe that was why he was prone to feeling detached as well. He begins to wonder if that is part of it all for her, too, but her words do bring new details to light. It isn’t what I’m used to rings painfully true for him and he nodded knowingly, although does not have the right words to convey his thought on the matter.

He was distracted with watching her suddenly, not knowing what she was up to yet now that she moved closer -- and close enough to  touch next. "Ah, Inari," he supplied in return for her name, although he pivoted himself towards her hesitantly in the next second. By then she had started to move away, so again he had to watch with a curious squint.

The thought occurred to him with a small start as he peered at the motion of her legs. "Is there something you are looking for?" he asked, maybe abruptly. He often was in some vague way, so circumstance suggested it might be true of her as well.