[The way Paul smiles when he says it doesn't make it all the way to his eyes, but perhaps that has to do with their glow obscuring the subtleties of expression otherwise possible. They're guests alike, pulled from the water to dry off and find their feet, and there's an obligation Paul sees in that.
And she seems kind. He has a soft spot for kindness, and for trust, even if he so often lacks either quality - or because of it.]
Of course. I'd like that. [He pulls his blanket closer around himself.] I think I'm going to lie down for a while. Let me know if anything changes about the mushrooms. It was good to meet you, Willow.
[If she has nothing else to add to that, he'll ascend the stairs to curl up on his side and rest his throat, eyes half-lidded as he drifts between the present and the future. He wonders if he'll see her in the latter, and what he might see if he does.]
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[The way Paul smiles when he says it doesn't make it all the way to his eyes, but perhaps that has to do with their glow obscuring the subtleties of expression otherwise possible. They're guests alike, pulled from the water to dry off and find their feet, and there's an obligation Paul sees in that.
And she seems kind. He has a soft spot for kindness, and for trust, even if he so often lacks either quality - or because of it.]
Of course. I'd like that. [He pulls his blanket closer around himself.] I think I'm going to lie down for a while. Let me know if anything changes about the mushrooms. It was good to meet you, Willow.
[If she has nothing else to add to that, he'll ascend the stairs to curl up on his side and rest his throat, eyes half-lidded as he drifts between the present and the future. He wonders if he'll see her in the latter, and what he might see if he does.]