[ A hum in your bones, Paul keeps to himself. He only nods his understanding, which is the part that's worth expressing.
He catches the knives in his hands up with a flick of his fingers, spinning them around his palms in a flash of glancing light before he slips them into their sheaths. Hands freed, he sweeps stray hair out of his eyes and sinks his weight back into his heels. ]
All right. [ Some criteria evidently satisfied. ] So. Why are you here? I mean, what do you plan to do to help?
[ He seems buoyed up, less brittle. It's likely a good sign. ]
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He catches the knives in his hands up with a flick of his fingers, spinning them around his palms in a flash of glancing light before he slips them into their sheaths. Hands freed, he sweeps stray hair out of his eyes and sinks his weight back into his heels. ]
All right. [ Some criteria evidently satisfied. ] So. Why are you here? I mean, what do you plan to do to help?
[ He seems buoyed up, less brittle. It's likely a good sign. ]