[ The temple is silent, and still. It helps them refocus, recollect themselves, come back to the present.
They don't know why he apologises to them; when he says he's sorry, they make a slight movement of their head, shaking it. One small hand uncurling from its tight grip on his cloak to pat his arm instead. It's fine. It's fine.
"Are you alright" takes a slightly longer time to respond to, but after a moment, they nod. Yes, they're feeling better. Tired, still, but less so.
They look up at him, after a moment. Tilting their head to the side. Perhaps they're asking the same of him, though why they would is currently a mystery. ]
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They don't know why he apologises to them; when he says he's sorry, they make a slight movement of their head, shaking it. One small hand uncurling from its tight grip on his cloak to pat his arm instead. It's fine. It's fine.
"Are you alright" takes a slightly longer time to respond to, but after a moment, they nod. Yes, they're feeling better. Tired, still, but less so.
They look up at him, after a moment. Tilting their head to the side. Perhaps they're asking the same of him, though why they would is currently a mystery. ]