[ They peek open an eye and turn towards him when he asks, not particularly expecting him to be looking at them so intently. That, in combination with his following words, catch them off guard. For a second, they're frozen, as though he spoke to them in another language, before they move their head back to it's original position, staring up at the ceiling instead of at him. ]
You got sick from it? [ They say, almost disbelieving. They're not yet aware of the health complications that the people staying in Chroma had fallen victim to, so they're taking what he says at face value. And as far as they're concerned, they're not someone worth worrying over to that extent, both in the logical sense (immortal crystal person), and in the metaphorical sense (they're just "Cairngorm" to him, not even a convenient substitute for someone he considers meaningful— at least not to their knowledge). It makes it hard for them to understand why he would care so much about their disappearance. ]
Even without fighting anything, you get hurt somehow. [ They sigh, though their tone completely lacks it's usual bite. ] Nothing happened other than my powder getting washed off, so...
[ There was no reason for you to worry, goes left unsaid. They seem almost a bit shy, by the way they try to casually brush off his care; its a behavior deeply ingrained in them for centuries— that is, to shirk away from care and to assume that anything meaningful said to them... isn't exactly meant for them. ]
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You got sick from it? [ They say, almost disbelieving. They're not yet aware of the health complications that the people staying in Chroma had fallen victim to, so they're taking what he says at face value. And as far as they're concerned, they're not someone worth worrying over to that extent, both in the logical sense (immortal crystal person), and in the metaphorical sense (they're just "Cairngorm" to him, not even a convenient substitute for someone he considers meaningful— at least not to their knowledge). It makes it hard for them to understand why he would care so much about their disappearance. ]
Even without fighting anything, you get hurt somehow. [ They sigh, though their tone completely lacks it's usual bite. ] Nothing happened other than my powder getting washed off, so...
[ There was no reason for you to worry, goes left unsaid. They seem almost a bit shy, by the way they try to casually brush off his care; its a behavior deeply ingrained in them for centuries— that is, to shirk away from care and to assume that anything meaningful said to them... isn't exactly meant for them. ]