[ He nods at the first part, agreeing with him. He's quiet, listening patiently to the answer Wren gives. There's sadness and anger - enough to leak into the air, a little, this time. He tightens his hold on Wren, clamping down on those emotions the best he can.
There's a pause after he hears the thoughts in his mind. Words he gently welcomes, the mental brush of his thoughts almost carrying a playful air. Said mental brush is something natural and passive, like a mental aura, as the thoughts are somber, but kind. ]
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There's a pause after he hears the thoughts in his mind. Words he gently welcomes, the mental brush of his thoughts almost carrying a playful air. Said mental brush is something natural and passive, like a mental aura, as the thoughts are somber, but kind. ]
I would like to help, somehow.