[ emma's clearly entertained by the more impressive shuffling, not minding in the slightest that he's showing off for her; she's happy to watch, because it's another gentle distraction from the rough turn of her evening. she's starting to feel the exhaustion again, mostly because what sleep she had gotten hadn't been especially restful, but she's not truly drifting off — not yet.
she probably ought to be noticing the odd closeness they're sharing now, with him actually sitting on her bed, but noticing that would have to include acknowledging that she's comfortable with having him there, that she isn't unsettled by his presence. she's hardly put out by the fact that, were he more human, she could just reach right out and touch him, but— she can't. she knows that. ]
You're doin' better than I thought you might.
[ not because she doesn't think he's capable, but because she'd been concerned over his disappearances, how he hadn't been solid enough to touch things in the living world — like he'd just been a superimposed image, instead of a person.
that gives her a bit of pause, and she realizes there's a question that's bothered her lately. ]
...do you vanish quite so much anymore?
[ she tends to assume these days that if he isn't by her side, he's found something else to do in town, somewhere else to explore; he otherwise stays so well grounded that she's almost forgotten he did disappear against his will before. ]
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she probably ought to be noticing the odd closeness they're sharing now, with him actually sitting on her bed, but noticing that would have to include acknowledging that she's comfortable with having him there, that she isn't unsettled by his presence. she's hardly put out by the fact that, were he more human, she could just reach right out and touch him, but— she can't. she knows that. ]
You're doin' better than I thought you might.
[ not because she doesn't think he's capable, but because she'd been concerned over his disappearances, how he hadn't been solid enough to touch things in the living world — like he'd just been a superimposed image, instead of a person.
that gives her a bit of pause, and she realizes there's a question that's bothered her lately. ]
...do you vanish quite so much anymore?
[ she tends to assume these days that if he isn't by her side, he's found something else to do in town, somewhere else to explore; he otherwise stays so well grounded that she's almost forgotten he did disappear against his will before. ]