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[theguideless]

[just a muffled sound is all the protest he gets, and Martin is quiet and lets himself get all wrapped and pulled up like a child half his age. whatever age that is; not like he knows.

he sits, fidgets a little, but says nothing while he chews on those words.

looking at him, uncertain:] Do you want that?

[deadelfwalking]

[to Koltira, most humans are children for their entire lives -- but he's also worried about the below-room temperature chill of his body. He holds Martin like the boy is a cat, supporting his back and neck. It's kind of awkward, but it's the best Koltira can do.]

I wonder about him, admittedly. What do you want, Martin?

[theguideless]

[his mouth opens and closes after a hesitation, and he stays quiet for a time. he has to think about this to answer it honestly. he doesn't know what that is, though.

that much bleeds through:] I...I just want...to do the right thing. The good thing to do...

[deadelfwalking]

The choice here is not moral. It is emotional. Do you feel unhappy around him? Afraid? Uncomfortable?

[theguideless]

[mouth opening and closing without a sound before–] I...Everything. All of those? And. More, I.

Is...that even right? Or...maybe I don't really know.

[deadelfwalking]

There is no 'right' in this matter. [He touches the top of Martin's head, gently.] We will sort it out as we go.

[theguideless]

Alright...

[eyes downcast, he nods.] I'll try my best.