[At first, it doesn't seem like the shadow is going to respond, though it's clear it heard. At the very least, it reacts to Dainsleif's trademark piercing eyes on it, wilting slightly like the literal wallflower that she's now become.
If anyone was going to notice her, it makes sense it was him.]
[It must have been, if he was addressing her with it, but just the same it didn't feel like it belonged to her. There was no familiarity in the name. The mention of rabbits, though, seems to resonate with her a bit more.
It's hard to tell with a simple shadow, but her gaze turns to one where it rests peacefully.]
Thank you...I'm sure they were happy not to be left alone.
[Annette crouches, and her shadowy hand stretches out across the floor toward it. The poor thing startles, sitting up at once with ears alert and posture frightened. Her hand retracts, just as surprised...and deflated by the reaction.]
[ Dainsleif hasn't exactly interacted too much with the shadows of their former associates here, but he recalls that them holding onto their sense of self as being rather important.
So, he focuses intently on her, watching as she tries to attend to the rabbit. ]
Did you have a chance to name them? ...If you recall, try calling that out.
If not that, we can always see what feeding them together may bring.
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If anyone was going to notice her, it makes sense it was him.]
Do you mean me?
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Dainsleif's eyes remain piercing, although at this point in time slightly questioning as he tilts his head. ]
I do, yes.
[ ... ]
...We have been taking care of your rabbits while you have been gone.
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[It must have been, if he was addressing her with it, but just the same it didn't feel like it belonged to her. There was no familiarity in the name. The mention of rabbits, though, seems to resonate with her a bit more.
It's hard to tell with a simple shadow, but her gaze turns to one where it rests peacefully.]
Thank you...I'm sure they were happy not to be left alone.
[Annette crouches, and her shadowy hand stretches out across the floor toward it. The poor thing startles, sitting up at once with ears alert and posture frightened. Her hand retracts, just as surprised...and deflated by the reaction.]
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Don't forget it.
[ Dainsleif hasn't exactly interacted too much with the shadows of their former associates here, but he recalls that them holding onto their sense of self as being rather important.
So, he focuses intently on her, watching as she tries to attend to the rabbit. ]
Did you have a chance to name them? ...If you recall, try calling that out.
If not that, we can always see what feeding them together may bring.