[He lets her step into his personal space, close enough to touch her, but holding back for the moment, just for the moment. The thought crosses his mind, did the fox who shares the number that has been his bane for so long conjure this image to play with his mind? Then again, the hare-doctor sees her as well, which seems confirmation enough.]
A fair guess, given how strange our awakenings can be, in these worlds between worlds. I've done a little travelling, at least in dreams, since the world awakened from Sodder's nightmare.
[He reaches up and removes his glasses, pocketing them, revealing those weird red-gold eyes of his, more gold than red right now, the pupils softened into ellipses rather than their usual feline slits.]
Apology accepted, though there's no true need for it. The sea calls who it will and some have wandered back to it against their better choice. Others it simply took, like the force of nature that it is. It claimed me once: I was assisting the Wakers with an especially disoriented new arrival, when a rogue wave struck me and pulled me under. I found my way back to the shore - I didn't find you in the seas. I'm not someone who rests on hope but generally on pragmatism, but the hope that I might find you again kept me on the land, at least for a time. I'd taken to wandering further up and further in from the shore, for as far as the roads and the forests would take me, exploring the lands and settlements there. I suppose, besides satisfying my own curiosity and distancing myself from Trench, I was seeking you, in case you might have washed up on another shore.
[The hare-doctor whitters an apologetic word of farewell before pattering away, giving the pair some space.]
I've been here perhaps a day or so, long enough that our hosts have been making sure I've stabilized. And they've been trying to recruit me to serve as a physician here. I had rather a lot of that in Trench.
[He might glance down and slightly away, before looking back to her.]
Did you... glimpse a change in your self shortly after you arrived here?
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A fair guess, given how strange our awakenings can be, in these worlds between worlds. I've done a little travelling, at least in dreams, since the world awakened from Sodder's nightmare.
[He reaches up and removes his glasses, pocketing them, revealing those weird red-gold eyes of his, more gold than red right now, the pupils softened into ellipses rather than their usual feline slits.]
Apology accepted, though there's no true need for it. The sea calls who it will and some have wandered back to it against their better choice. Others it simply took, like the force of nature that it is. It claimed me once: I was assisting the Wakers with an especially disoriented new arrival, when a rogue wave struck me and pulled me under. I found my way back to the shore - I didn't find you in the seas. I'm not someone who rests on hope but generally on pragmatism, but the hope that I might find you again kept me on the land, at least for a time. I'd taken to wandering further up and further in from the shore, for as far as the roads and the forests would take me, exploring the lands and settlements there. I suppose, besides satisfying my own curiosity and distancing myself from Trench, I was seeking you, in case you might have washed up on another shore.
[The hare-doctor whitters an apologetic word of farewell before pattering away, giving the pair some space.]
I've been here perhaps a day or so, long enough that our hosts have been making sure I've stabilized. And they've been trying to recruit me to serve as a physician here. I had rather a lot of that in Trench.
[He might glance down and slightly away, before looking back to her.]
Did you... glimpse a change in your self shortly after you arrived here?