[Restless, he flinches first at that calm before he settles, cagily, like a dog lowering itself into a crouch. Wary enough that he could bolt, even if he doesn't want to, if the persuasive quiet feels like a pat on the head.
Calm.
It's nearly enough to make him forget how strange it is, what she's saying. It doesn't matter; he should prioritise.]
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Calm.
It's nearly enough to make him forget how strange it is, what she's saying. It doesn't matter; he should prioritise.]
How many?