Mark shuffled his feet a bit, smiling down at the ground a little. He liked Esther quite a bit, and she seemed to tolerate his company. She sort of reminded him of his mother in that she seemed to always inquire after his health and make sure he was alright. Out of all the others in the circus she was probably the one he was the closest to, most because she was kind to him and put up with his eccentricities. And the air about her was rather calming, not as foreboding as some of the others. Perhaps because she was a psychic. And she respected his boundaries well enough.
"Yeah, love, I took a bit o'a tumble just outside. I didn't feel up to walking all the way back." He reached out and rested a hand on one of the boards as if it were a pet, then let them both fall to the ground with a dusty whump. "I'm right and dandy tough," He offered a cheerful smile that taxed his muscles a bit too much. He had to lift a hand to his face, over his mouth as the comprising connections jerked. He kept himself under control though, but the boards laying near his feet did jump up for little under a moment, triggered by his unconscious force. "I s'pose I took a bit o'a nap this morn'n." He said once he had control of his mouth and throat again, attempting a smaller smile.
After a moment he jumped topics, remembering what she had said about the kids. "Did you get inna tussle?" He asked, his colorless eyes lighting up slightly with worry of his own. "Need me ta beat some bloke up for ya, doll?" trying to elevate his own mood be adding a bit of a joke, lifting his fists as if he was a boxer ready to go into the ring. It was more amusing because for one, Mark would never actually draw close enough to anyone to actually fight them, and two because he was slender as a stick and truly had little strength to his sorry name. He might be able to hurl some rocks of something at an oppressor, but that really wasn't good form in a fight, now was it? And he wasn't the fighting type anyway. It was better to just stay out of such messy business.
Dropping his arms, the blonde swung them back and forth a bit, frowning. He opened his mouth and paused for a moment before any sound came out. "I don't remember what I was supposed to do today." He stopped for another moment. "What've you got scheduled, love? Mind if I tag along? I don't think I've got it in me to do anything stren'ous today." Seemingly to exemplify his words, Mark person twitched slightly, a quick, characteristic jerk. The smell tremors usually followed him around for a few hours after a fit, especially the particularly bad one.
He tried for another smile before making a half-planned gesture with his hand, leaning forward nearer to Esther than he usually dared to go. "I gotta bad feeling about today, love. Something's different." He said suddenly, his brow drawing together for a moment before he relaxed and leaned back on the balls of his feet. With a flick of his finger the boards jumped back up into the air and turned vertical so he could wrap his arms around them. He wouldn't just leave them lying around, but to be quite honest he had no idea what to do with the refuse. He looked quite unaware of what he'd just told Esther, as if speaking it had wiped it from his mind, which did happen quite a bit to him. His mind jumped around just as much as his body did, proof that his fits didn't just affect his muscles.