[he stands there a moment, silent and poised, hips and shoulder leaning loose against the door frame as he looks her over with a critical eye. There's something wrong, exhaustion and strain showing through the cracks in her demeanor, enough that even something like him can discern the signs of it. Almost imperceptibly, his brows pull together on the smallest of frowns.]
Are you all right?
[And the words, they seem almost foreign and strange as they roll off his tongue-- he's unaccustomed to paying attention to the wellbeing of others, rarely - if ever - notices it at all. But on this occasion, it seems he has.]
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Are you all right?
[And the words, they seem almost foreign and strange as they roll off his tongue-- he's unaccustomed to paying attention to the wellbeing of others, rarely - if ever - notices it at all. But on this occasion, it seems he has.]