Snippet #1177925

Genuinely worried for the girl. Really? Will wasn't sure. He FELT genuinely worried, but the concept of genuine in a mind so used to theatrics was a little bit shaky. He was just about to answer as she popped the iron pills into her mouth, and then as she said she needed to sit down, he followed her over to the wall, stepping along slowly beside her. He squatted a little, helping her settle down on the ground, and then, a bit uncomfortably, sat down beside her. Sitting felt strange, wrong almost, like he wouldn't be able to escape or run if he needed to, but he bit back those feelings and instead, gave her a friendly and supportive smile.

"Are ye going to be okay 'en Kasna?" He coloured his words with legitimate emotion, concern and care in equal measure, at once helpful and worried for her.

Then the Prophet drew his legs in a little, crossing them under him and pondering her question while he still watched her, curious what had been in the pills and curious how much they'd helped the poor girl. At least his powers didn't physically drain him, as hers did.