[He doesn't relax his grip until the door's firmly closed behind him, releasing a sigh as his shoulders slumping in relief. Her exclamation seems to remind him that she's there and he glances down at her, quirking his lips into a rather pitiful smile. He rather wishes she could have seen it under better circumstances.]
[Rather than bare rock, the walls are covered in paper, each one covered in a scrawling, seemingly endless writing. One wall is lined with handmade shelves, each one stacked with books and manuscripts, plays, novels, and next to them is a curiously designed pair of glasses. One lens has a clever little contraption on it which helps to magnify the small font, making it easier for him to read.] Let me just set you down...
[He looks for the best place to put her, eventually deciding on the small, crudely crafted dining table. He places his hand on the table top while he takes a seat in the single chair next to it, but doesn't uncurl his fingers just yet. He brushes the tip of a finger gently against her cheek, his brow furrowing in concern.] Are you alright?
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[Rather than bare rock, the walls are covered in paper, each one covered in a scrawling, seemingly endless writing. One wall is lined with handmade shelves, each one stacked with books and manuscripts, plays, novels, and next to them is a curiously designed pair of glasses. One lens has a clever little contraption on it which helps to magnify the small font, making it easier for him to read.] Let me just set you down...
[He looks for the best place to put her, eventually deciding on the small, crudely crafted dining table. He places his hand on the table top while he takes a seat in the single chair next to it, but doesn't uncurl his fingers just yet. He brushes the tip of a finger gently against her cheek, his brow furrowing in concern.] Are you alright?