[ Smile or not, they're anxious enough about the pain they've accidentally caused that his question gets little more than a nod before they're running over to where he's now sitting on the floor.
Unsure of how to apologise for what has happened, or how to start, they anxiously look him over instead. Tilting their head close in a clear attempt to listen for his heartbeat; it's something they've done before out of curiosity, more than once. They were fascinated with it then, not having one of their own; now it's a cause for concern.
(It hasn't quite sunk in yet that something has followed them out of the dream. There is a distinct red glow lighting their left eyesocket, where once there was merely emptiness. They're too busy worrying about the Troupe Master to notice it, but it's an obvious change to an observer.) ]
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Unsure of how to apologise for what has happened, or how to start, they anxiously look him over instead. Tilting their head close in a clear attempt to listen for his heartbeat; it's something they've done before out of curiosity, more than once. They were fascinated with it then, not having one of their own; now it's a cause for concern.
(It hasn't quite sunk in yet that something has followed them out of the dream. There is a distinct red glow lighting their left eyesocket, where once there was merely emptiness. They're too busy worrying about the Troupe Master to notice it, but it's an obvious change to an observer.) ]