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He looked amused by her reaction, a small smile on his face to match the one she bore. Hers was more uncertain, ready to fall back into the dark state she'd been dwelling in, while his was just out in the open. Adelle was much more reluctant than he was to be happy, knowing that she could get hurt all over again. A child's reaction, but in some ways despite her growing body she still was one. Another round of laughter escaped as he sniffed himself, Adelle pulling back at the strong scent. You don't smell good at all! She'd rather eat rabbit anyways.
The stranger was rather confused by Adelle's question, the large dog watching expectantly as he examined himself. The shakes hadn't gone away, and she knew she wasn't imagining it. Even with the bad smell she could tell that he wasn't alright. The forest shaking? Adelle thought it was pretty obvious that he was still with everything else moving around. Then again, that might just be her thoughts on the matter. It could be something entirely different altogether. Worry shattered through her gaze, stepping closer. Are you dying? Grandpa started out a little weak, but he didn't get better. Would the same thing happen here?