[It’s a reasonable explanation, a simple example of having misspoke. It’s enough for Connor to ease up on the questioning, willing to accept that answer for all the sense it makes.
He pauses, only briefly, before slowly removing his hand from Arenvald’s. But from the look on his face, and the gratitude ingrained in his tone, this isn’t meant to be a denial of his offer.]
Then it’s really appreciated, Arenvald. Please don’t worry about ‘messing something up’, either. Neither of us will learn just how this works without some moderate experimentation — that includes both successes and failures.
[A small part of him already misses the contact, but... moderation, as he said.]
[ There really is something to be said for taking a second to gather his thoughts instead of flailing around because he’s too flustered. He should try that more often, especially where Connor is concerned. It’d save him from being interrogated.
Connor draws his hand away and the loss of that feeling hits him like a punch to the gut, though he is quick to remind himself that Connor is calling the shots here, and does his best to shove that pang of loss aside. Fingers flexing, he drops his hand back down to his side. ]
I guess we’ll be stumbling through this together, then.
[ He’s glad that they’re in agreement over that, at least. It feels like a small victory of a sort. ]
[It is like severing something important, like it’s left a void where there was once a connection when he removes his hand. But Connor expected that much; when given new sensation, it only makes sense that it would feel poignantly absent when just as easily taken away.
No need to fret over it. They’ll have plenty of opportunities in the future to experiment, he thinks.]
That’s good to hear. I’m glad I could help. If we come across anyone else suffering from a similar itch, at least now we know of a solution.
[A brief glance at the angry plant at a distance, its vicious limbs lashing in the air, but not nearly long enough to reach them where they are now.]
[ That would be so awkward, though, especially if the person they come across is a stranger. Sure, he got a nice moment with Connor just now (even with the angry plant flailing around in the background), but he’s not so certain he wants that with anyone else.
Overall, he’s not really sure how he feels about this whole “moonlacing” thing.
But yes, the plant is still angry and still flailing. It’s only a matter of time before it summons up another vine long enough to lash out at them all the way over here. ]
You're right. Best we don’t overstay our welcome, yeah?
[Not that Connor believes much in luck, beyond probabilities and the math behind chance itself.
He gestures at Arenvald to follow him, turning his body to head in a direction away from the angry plant. There's still much to be done in the wake of all of this.]
There are still others that need our help. We'll be more effective working as a team, anyway. Stick close, all right?
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He pauses, only briefly, before slowly removing his hand from Arenvald’s. But from the look on his face, and the gratitude ingrained in his tone, this isn’t meant to be a denial of his offer.]
Then it’s really appreciated, Arenvald. Please don’t worry about ‘messing something up’, either. Neither of us will learn just how this works without some moderate experimentation — that includes both successes and failures.
[A small part of him already misses the contact, but... moderation, as he said.]
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Connor draws his hand away and the loss of that feeling hits him like a punch to the gut, though he is quick to remind himself that Connor is calling the shots here, and does his best to shove that pang of loss aside. Fingers flexing, he drops his hand back down to his side. ]
I guess we’ll be stumbling through this together, then.
[ He’s glad that they’re in agreement over that, at least. It feels like a small victory of a sort. ]
Ah… I think my itch is gone.
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No need to fret over it. They’ll have plenty of opportunities in the future to experiment, he thinks.]
That’s good to hear. I’m glad I could help. If we come across anyone else suffering from a similar itch, at least now we know of a solution.
[A brief glance at the angry plant at a distance, its vicious limbs lashing in the air, but not nearly long enough to reach them where they are now.]
We probably shouldn’t linger here much longer.
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[ That would be so awkward, though, especially if the person they come across is a stranger. Sure, he got a nice moment with Connor just now (even with the angry plant flailing around in the background), but he’s not so certain he wants that with anyone else.
Overall, he’s not really sure how he feels about this whole “moonlacing” thing.
But yes, the plant is still angry and still flailing. It’s only a matter of time before it summons up another vine long enough to lash out at them all the way over here. ]
You're right. Best we don’t overstay our welcome, yeah?
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[Not that Connor believes much in luck, beyond probabilities and the math behind chance itself.
He gestures at Arenvald to follow him, turning his body to head in a direction away from the angry plant. There's still much to be done in the wake of all of this.]
There are still others that need our help. We'll be more effective working as a team, anyway. Stick close, all right?