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p style="text-align: left;"Voidstep swallowed hard, forcing the lump in his throat down so that he could speak. This was the perfect distraction from his inner turmoil!br / "I'm not now that you're here," he replied slightly distantly. He kept his optics fixed on the trees, deliberately keeping up the appearance of enjoying the peaceful morning in the hopes that he would actually begin to. However, now that he'd been brought mostly out of his memories, he was uncomfortably aware of a bump in the ground beneath him, and the icy touch of the morning dew numbing his bony paws. Perhaps if he focused on Shyfly he'd be able to ignore it again...br / Turning his head to look at the she-cat, he sensed that something was troubling her. emWe've all got our own load of problems to carry./em he mused. emSome are heavier than others./em Life simply wasn't / "Is something wrong?" he inquired, batlike ears cocked towards her. Comforting others wasn't his strong point, to put it lightly, but he was at least willing to listen. Shyfly looked at him. It was more like a glare. "I'm fine!" She spat then scolded herself for being so intense. "Sorry..." Shyfly mumbled after that, she shied further away. Well, so much for / "Not a problem," he reassured her. He didn't have the energy to retaliate, and even if he did, she'd apologized - he at least had the presence of mind to know that snapping back at her would be unreasonable. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." That addition was an indirect invitation, giving her a second chance to share what was on her mind, if she so desired. It was also implicit that he was aware that something was indeed wrong, even if she claimed to be / Unfortunately, Shyfly's unwillingness to speak was actually somewhat of a problem for Voidstep. He was perfectly content to remain ignorant about what was upsetting her, if that was what she wanted. The issue was that he now had nothing to distract him from his emown/em upsetting thoughts. Perhaps they could find something that would take emboth/em of their minds off of their / "Would you like to hunt with me?" he offered abruptly, stone-grey pools glimmering slightly with anticipation at the prospect of a good hunting trip./p
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p style="text-align: left;"Voidstep swallowed hard, forcing the lump in his throat down so that he could speak. This was the perfect distraction from his inner turmoil!br / "I'm not now that you're here," he replied slightly distantly. He kept his optics fixed on the trees, deliberately keeping up the appearance of enjoying the peaceful morning in the hopes that he would actually begin to. However, now that he'd been brought mostly out of his memories, he was uncomfortably aware of a bump in the ground beneath him, and the icy touch of the morning dew numbing his bony paws. Perhaps if he focused on Shyfly he'd be able to ignore it again...br / Turning his head to look at the she-cat, he sensed that something was troubling her. emWe've all got our own load of problems to carry./em he mused. emSome are heavier than others./em Life simply wasn't / "Is something wrong?" he inquired, batlike ears cocked towards her. Comforting others wasn't his strong point, to put it lightly, but he was at least willing to listen. Shyfly looked at him. It was more like a glare. "I'm fine!" She spat then scolded herself for being so intense. "Sorry..." Shyfly mumbled after that, she shied further away. Well, so much for / "Not a problem," he reassured her. He didn't have the energy to retaliate, and even if he did, she'd apologized - he at least had the presence of mind to know that snapping back at her would be unreasonable. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." That addition was an indirect invitation, giving her a second chance to share what was on her mind, if she so desired. It was also implicit that he was aware that something was indeed wrong, even if she claimed to be / Unfortunately, Shyfly's unwillingness to speak was actually somewhat of a problem for Voidstep. He was perfectly content to remain ignorant about what was upsetting her, if that was what she wanted. The issue was that he now had nothing to distract him from his emown/em upsetting thoughts. Perhaps they could find something that would take emboth/em of their minds off of their / "Would you like to hunt with me?" he offered abruptly, stone-grey pools glimmering slightly with anticipation at the prospect of a good hunting trip./p
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