[A moment of silence, and then, when he responds, his voice is a quiet thing.]
Better than most. Yes. I suppose, given our circumstances, that it's something.
[It doesn't mean that the vague traces of concern cease to be present in him, the tight tugging in his chest as he observes her now, pale and fraught as a wraith. He doesn't quite know what to make of it, these feelings, and there's a sensation of disquiet in him over what appears to be his growing attachment to those around him, but--]
I'm all right, of course.
[Well. He never is, but comparatively speaking. He mirrors her words--]
no subject
Better than most. Yes. I suppose, given our circumstances, that it's something.
[It doesn't mean that the vague traces of concern cease to be present in him, the tight tugging in his chest as he observes her now, pale and fraught as a wraith. He doesn't quite know what to make of it, these feelings, and there's a sensation of disquiet in him over what appears to be his growing attachment to those around him, but--]
I'm all right, of course.
[Well. He never is, but comparatively speaking. He mirrors her words--]
Better than most.