[ Gods, he's ... just like him. In face, personality, voice — everything. It's so difficult to deal with, emotionally, and one of the few times in the boy's life that he's at a loss for words.
Moving a hand to his forehead and shaking his head a little, shutting his eyes. ]
I should think it I who has come down with illness.
[ He reaches out a moment later, to grab Haurchefant's hand. Though it's less for the help in getting up, and more for the ability to touch him and have even more solid proof that he's there in front of him, in the flesh. It's not some dizzy spell or some illusion ... It's definitely real. ]
It simply cannot be ...
[ Still, it's hard to believe that someone thought to be dead could rise and be hale and whole. He doesn't even look like he was ever dead. ]
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Moving a hand to his forehead and shaking his head a little, shutting his eyes. ]
I should think it I who has come down with illness.
[ He reaches out a moment later, to grab Haurchefant's hand. Though it's less for the help in getting up, and more for the ability to touch him and have even more solid proof that he's there in front of him, in the flesh. It's not some dizzy spell or some illusion ... It's definitely real. ]
It simply cannot be ...
[ Still, it's hard to believe that someone thought to be dead could rise and be hale and whole. He doesn't even look like he was ever dead. ]