[Kendis made a sound, not quite like a scoff and not quite like a snort; and it was akin to the sound dogs made when they were huffing through their noses in skeptical disdain or sarcastic displeasure, as if they could physically and literally force that much air to billow out their nose to physically and literally show the world their opinion.
She didn’t roll her eyes. But it was a near thing.] Good thing I don’t need your opinion on that. Drink. [Kendis ordered again as her gaze moved away from the person sipping water and toward the shoreline, toward the gathering of elves that was starting to become too far even for her own eyesight.] Where you are doesn’t seem like mu – [Kendis’ teeth clicked together as caught what she had been about to say.
This time the breath dragged in through her flared nostrils was shaky, almost apologetic.] You – you don’t know what’s like waitin’ for you if you stay here, yeah? But there’s always somethin’. You – [She stops herself again, this time less abruptly. Her attention expanding from the person next to her and to their surroundings (if one could call them that; for what really was around them but despair and water?) and tried to take in what the person had been taking in. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t pretend that she could as it wasn’t hers to take in, it hadn’t been hers to lose.
But she could try, at least, to recognize it for what it was … if, for anything, only to avoid almost stepping in it (again) and further traumatizing the person she was trying to help.] We can stay here for a little while, if that's what you need. But -- [ She hesitates only for the space of a breath before changing forward. ] You didn't -- you probably don't want this, but I'm gonna tell you anyway. You can't stay here forever. I mean you probs could. [ They look at this person askance, their gaze very briefly falling onto their ears. ] But you shouldn't.
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She didn’t roll her eyes. But it was a near thing.] Good thing I don’t need your opinion on that. Drink. [Kendis ordered again as her gaze moved away from the person sipping water and toward the shoreline, toward the gathering of elves that was starting to become too far even for her own eyesight.] Where you are doesn’t seem like mu – [Kendis’ teeth clicked together as caught what she had been about to say.
This time the breath dragged in through her flared nostrils was shaky, almost apologetic.] You – you don’t know what’s like waitin’ for you if you stay here, yeah? But there’s always somethin’. You – [She stops herself again, this time less abruptly. Her attention expanding from the person next to her and to their surroundings (if one could call them that; for what really was around them but despair and water?) and tried to take in what the person had been taking in. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t pretend that she could as it wasn’t hers to take in, it hadn’t been hers to lose.
But she could try, at least, to recognize it for what it was … if, for anything, only to avoid almost stepping in it (again) and further traumatizing the person she was trying to help.] We can stay here for a little while, if that's what you need. But -- [ She hesitates only for the space of a breath before changing forward. ] You didn't -- you probably don't want this, but I'm gonna tell you anyway. You can't stay here forever. I mean you probs could. [ They look at this person askance, their gaze very briefly falling onto their ears. ] But you shouldn't.