[His answer is, perhaps, a bit too immediate, too cheerful, and there's something about his boyish smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He gestures forward to the corridor ahead of them, and rather than look ahead to see what might await, steps out into it and turns to face her, his smile going just a bit slack as he reaches up to touch his hand to the side of his face.]
Why? I've not gone pale, have I?
[There's a note of genuine concern in his voice, however small.]
As far as I can tell, this little problem of ours won't progress while we're here— at least that's what all evidence points to, thus far.
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[His answer is, perhaps, a bit too immediate, too cheerful, and there's something about his boyish smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He gestures forward to the corridor ahead of them, and rather than look ahead to see what might await, steps out into it and turns to face her, his smile going just a bit slack as he reaches up to touch his hand to the side of his face.]
Why? I've not gone pale, have I?
[There's a note of genuine concern in his voice, however small.]
As far as I can tell, this little problem of ours won't progress while we're here— at least that's what all evidence points to, thus far.