[ alisaie... she's indeed unfamiliar, everything about her from how she sounds to her scent; he doesn't share his own name, presuming that she already knows it. who does she know--? comes the hopeless question to himself, willing himself to recognize her from somewhere as he studies her appearance. ]
I'm-- all right.
[ maybe if he repeats that enough times it'll become true! his ears become more upright and attentive at the question. ]
no subject
I'm-- all right.
[ maybe if he repeats that enough times it'll become true! his ears become more upright and attentive at the question. ]
What does that have to do with anything?