[There's a little wave of happiness that washes through Fern at the praise. He can't help it, no matter how much he's trying to get over those issues it's still nice to hear an adult figure who appears to have his shit together tell him he did a good job.
He did good! He did good and he didn't completely screw something up, which for him is kind of amazing. It's too bad he doesn't get to enjoy that for very long.]
Okay. [His vines will slowly start to pull back, especially when it's clear the others don't need them, shifting them back into arms and hands.] ... I hope they don't.
[He's mumbling that as he follows after Illarion, absently rubbing his right upper arm where his antler tattoo used to be. It's nice to hear even more praise, it's incredibly reassuring for someone as insecure as he is, and there's a portion of his mind that clings to it even as he sees the body and hears Bigby say that name.]
Falco...?
[Ohhh no, no no no. His nonexistent stomach drops. Falco was in that thing.]
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He did good! He did good and he didn't completely screw something up, which for him is kind of amazing. It's too bad he doesn't get to enjoy that for very long.]
Okay. [His vines will slowly start to pull back, especially when it's clear the others don't need them, shifting them back into arms and hands.] ... I hope they don't.
[He's mumbling that as he follows after Illarion, absently rubbing his right upper arm where his antler tattoo used to be. It's nice to hear even more praise, it's incredibly reassuring for someone as insecure as he is, and there's a portion of his mind that clings to it even as he sees the body and hears Bigby say that name.]
Falco...?
[Ohhh no, no no no. His nonexistent stomach drops. Falco was in that thing.]