[his pale eyebrows go up just a little at her arrival, having heard the quiet approach before he actually saw her. He hasn't seen her like this often but to him, she's easy to recognize. He murmurs her name in answer, somehow not surprised to find her here even though he can't think of why it would seem normal. At her question, his shoulders lift and fall the littlest bit and there's a small shake of his head.]
Don't know. Just found myself here. With this. Is it yours?
[the skein of thin thread gets lifted and it catches light that isn't there to run down it's surface.]
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Don't know. Just found myself here. With this. Is it yours?
[the skein of thin thread gets lifted and it catches light that isn't there to run down it's surface.]