Sunbeam Lair auferstehung

he's struck with the urge to touch the stranger, watching him lower his head. a shiver runs down his spine, but he doesn't move. "what can you give?" he inquires, tilting his head slightly. the air feels thick in his lungs. nothing, it answers for the stranger, a fleeting rustle of a whisper in the stillness of the cavern that only he can hear. his ear twitches, but he doesn't acknowledge it. perhaps it's true, but he's never been afraid to take what cannot or will not be given.