Talking about his past had been hard. Past the border he simply took deep breaths, taking in the place he associated with safety. Again he shook his head, responding to the question she'd asked earlier. There was no way he was going to say her name. It was far too scary to do such a thing. It might break whatever charm kept him safe. Nervously he touched his wrist where the blue ribbon that was supposed to give him luck rested. It was dirty now, since he hadn't taken it off since having it put on in that strange ritual. Hopefully it still worked.
He flinched slightly at the touch, but he was growing used to her touching him, his reactions growing less severe the more it happened. As long as she didn't hurt him with those touches he might get used to it. Only a moment would be needed to take that away though. Slowly he stood back up, smiling shakily at Isa. Um...we're back. There was no reason for them to stick together now. He had to go and cover up the holes in the wood and such with the cloth, and Isa...probably wanted to resume sun bathing, like she had been before he tripped over her.
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