[Like a wave of water splashed over him- Emporio startles, aware of a voice from behind. Like a switch, flipped-
Any warmth that was there in the old woman's voice is gone, melted, evaporated and scattered with the foggy haze surrounding them. Maybe for someone else this could have been someone to trust- maybe not. It's not as if he doesn't know people who change their opinions on a dime like that, but it's still jarring to be the subject of it.]
Oh dear... [There is something cold there.] I see...well...
[Appraising, studying, testing even. An old woman can't hope to take on too much at the best of days even if the monsters yet have the strength of mere humans, but one can almost see the question in her eyes. Do something? Don't do something?]
May the Day shine on you both then... [Is all she murmurs before leaving, and Emporio can only feel a pit in his throat that wants to say You don't mean that..
But of course now, he realizes, he's not alone either. Now he's...well.
...
She's the reason that old woman left. ...So...] Th....thanks, [he manages cautiously, looking back to his unexpected savior with wariness. She has a familiar aura in the way that most people would have in his home- something with weight, something that marks a person in a way a 'normal' life does not.
(It can never precisely be identified in the source. Everyone is different.)
(But it's familiar.)] I....
[...He doesn't really know what to say from here. He has nothing to offer, and nothing to bargain with either.] ...How did you know? [Is what he manages to ask, because part of him has to wonder.]
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[Like a wave of water splashed over him- Emporio startles, aware of a voice from behind. Like a switch, flipped-
Any warmth that was there in the old woman's voice is gone, melted, evaporated and scattered with the foggy haze surrounding them. Maybe for someone else this could have been someone to trust- maybe not. It's not as if he doesn't know people who change their opinions on a dime like that, but it's still jarring to be the subject of it.]
Oh dear... [There is something cold there.] I see...well...
[Appraising, studying, testing even. An old woman can't hope to take on too much at the best of days even if the monsters yet have the strength of mere humans, but one can almost see the question in her eyes. Do something? Don't do something?]
May the Day shine on you both then... [Is all she murmurs before leaving, and Emporio can only feel a pit in his throat that wants to say You don't mean that..
But of course now, he realizes, he's not alone either. Now he's...well.
...
She's the reason that old woman left. ...So...] Th....thanks, [he manages cautiously, looking back to his unexpected savior with wariness. She has a familiar aura in the way that most people would have in his home- something with weight, something that marks a person in a way a 'normal' life does not.
(It can never precisely be identified in the source. Everyone is different.)
(But it's familiar.)] I....
[...He doesn't really know what to say from here. He has nothing to offer, and nothing to bargain with either.] ...How did you know? [Is what he manages to ask, because part of him has to wonder.]