The spectre of the human child is not a stranger to the Fool, but this is the first time that such a vision has visited him in a way that others could see. And he realizes, with a sinking sensation in his gut, that he will need to provide an explanation to Devin before too long about just how this came to pass.
(That will be a fun conversation.)
"To see me," he supplies quietly. Already he's sitting up some beside Devin, drawing the bedsheets up to his chest as he does so. A silly thing to be preoccupied with; the turtle does not have the same preoccupation with privacy and modesty that humans do. He looks to the child and gestures between them, a wistful smile quirking the corners of his lips. "We're acquainted now, you and I." This, ostensibly, he directs to the child.
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The spectre of the human child is not a stranger to the Fool, but this is the first time that such a vision has visited him in a way that others could see. And he realizes, with a sinking sensation in his gut, that he will need to provide an explanation to Devin before too long about just how this came to pass.
(That will be a fun conversation.)
"To see me," he supplies quietly. Already he's sitting up some beside Devin, drawing the bedsheets up to his chest as he does so. A silly thing to be preoccupied with; the turtle does not have the same preoccupation with privacy and modesty that humans do. He looks to the child and gestures between them, a wistful smile quirking the corners of his lips. "We're acquainted now, you and I." This, ostensibly, he directs to the child.