[He knows. He's seen the looks in peoples' eyes. His manner is still hesitant, and he spends a long few moments glancing from person to person before looking down to regard Elly's outstretched hand.]
You are all very strange people.
[There's something he isn't understanding here about kindness and compassion, likely because they aren't traits he possesses himself in any sort of abundance. Reaching back, he pulls the hood from his cloak over his head, wrapping it around him before slowly taking Elly's hand.]
But perhaps I can trust you.
[And at that moment, a single shaft of light breaks through the canopy, followed by another, and another, until the thorny underbrush has fully receded and the Forest Shrine returned to its usual splendor. Florian still can't abide the light, and he pulls his cloak tight as he bows his head and shields his eyes, but for now at least, his indignant rage has been pacified.]
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[He knows. He's seen the looks in peoples' eyes. His manner is still hesitant, and he spends a long few moments glancing from person to person before looking down to regard Elly's outstretched hand.]
You are all very strange people.
[There's something he isn't understanding here about kindness and compassion, likely because they aren't traits he possesses himself in any sort of abundance. Reaching back, he pulls the hood from his cloak over his head, wrapping it around him before slowly taking Elly's hand.]
But perhaps I can trust you.
[And at that moment, a single shaft of light breaks through the canopy, followed by another, and another, until the thorny underbrush has fully receded and the Forest Shrine returned to its usual splendor. Florian still can't abide the light, and he pulls his cloak tight as he bows his head and shields his eyes, but for now at least, his indignant rage has been pacified.]
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