[While she works, he doesn't interrupt. But that isn't to say he's not paying attention. Even if his face doesn't move much with emotion, his eyes shift from her face, to her hands, to the typewriter keys. He's not modest about his watchfulness. He doesn't try to hide it, and it's not arrogant or nosy. Curious.
Carefully, he takes the paper with the hand not holding the hat, bringing it up so he can look over the letters. Thankfully, there doesn't seem to be a huge divide between his language and hers, in the end.
It will be easier for him to make something to decipher the text this way.] Thank you.
You may continue writing letters if you want.
[Balancing the hat with a few fingers, he uses both hands to gently fold the piece of paper, then all of it vanishes like her previous letter below his cloak.]
What was the name of the world where you were from?
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Carefully, he takes the paper with the hand not holding the hat, bringing it up so he can look over the letters. Thankfully, there doesn't seem to be a huge divide between his language and hers, in the end.
It will be easier for him to make something to decipher the text this way.] Thank you.
You may continue writing letters if you want.
[Balancing the hat with a few fingers, he uses both hands to gently fold the piece of paper, then all of it vanishes like her previous letter below his cloak.]
What was the name of the world where you were from?