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Apologetic, Evergreen removes the touch without delay—a low whimper rumbles in his throat, to further express he is no threat. The innocent touch simply an attempt to comfort, but he knows not all are fond of physical affection—perhaps he has gotten too used to Chai and Sindri’s greetings.

Relief, however, floods him in one fell swoop as the silver boy follows his lead. He takes a seat next to him, and Evergreen’s tail wags. “That’s better,” he comments, pride filling his voice. Although Winterbourne still seems off, he is at least trying to give Eve his attention. But shit, that means he should talk about something. If he could, he would be sweating bullets right now.

Words are difficult, when he helped Alarian, and Olvida, it was… easier?

“So, uh, what brings you out here?”