[She likes being called smart. But she thinks about his suggestion, and her ears lower.] He's been strange for days. He won't listen to me, even when I have someone to translate.
I don't know what to d
[That's when she hears the voice behind her. It's a voice pitched low, whose calm is a distinct reminder of how calm can be a temporary thing.]
Might listen to what?
[The Snubbull yelps in alarm and drops the Gear. Blake looms above it. He looks tired, his breath coming ragged and his eyes sunk deep. He says nothing else, and waits.]
no subject
I don't know what to d
[That's when she hears the voice behind her. It's a voice pitched low, whose calm is a distinct reminder of how calm can be a temporary thing.]
Might listen to what?
[The Snubbull yelps in alarm and drops the Gear. Blake looms above it. He looks tired, his breath coming ragged and his eyes sunk deep. He says nothing else, and waits.]