[He recoils in shock from how that all unfolds. Though again, the man seems fine quickly. Is this normal? No. No way. But try as he might, he can’t recall what normal is meant to be. ]
How indeed.
[He frowns. The words fall from his mouth.]
…Magic, perhaps. You alright?
[He moseys over and falls to one knee to look at the torn fabric. He reaches out to touch it.]
no subject
How indeed.
[He frowns. The words fall from his mouth.]
…Magic, perhaps. You alright?
[He moseys over and falls to one knee to look at the torn fabric. He reaches out to touch it.]