[Caitlyn is quiet for a moment, watching that hand jerk, shifting focus past him. To have one’s soul displaced on someone else’s whim—
[It’s impossible as being trapped in empty sands with a stranger.
[When she does speak, it’s slow, careful; the question deserves a weight that the reality Caitlyn knows can’t give. In the wrong mouth, it’s a condemnation. Ironic that, in this space, the Kiramman is left trying her damndest to convey otherwise.]
no subject
[Ah.
[Caitlyn is quiet for a moment, watching that hand jerk, shifting focus past him. To have one’s soul displaced on someone else’s whim—
[It’s impossible as being trapped in empty sands with a stranger.
[When she does speak, it’s slow, careful; the question deserves a weight that the reality Caitlyn knows can’t give. In the wrong mouth, it’s a condemnation. Ironic that, in this space, the Kiramman is left trying her damndest to convey otherwise.]
Are… you Eldian?