[His attention lingers, the shape of Lyr's mind some small animal peering at Joshua through the trees of a distant wood. Waiting for-- something. Some further question, some note of dissent, some extraneous thought that warrants answering. When none comes, his attention flits away.
--then blinks back.]
( What did you do before you came to this place? )
no subject
--then blinks back.]
( What did you do before you came to this place? )