Her nose tingles from the coldness of his shoulder and she does her very best not to react or let it show just how uncomfortable it makes her feel. Like touching stones in an icy river.
Her discomfort is not for herself - Agetta has long since given up on worrying about her own well-being. She has hopped from selfless cause to selfless cause all throughout her life and she’s not about to suddenly learn a new trick now. Instead, her worry over this new friend of hers has just deepened significantly enough to cause discomfort. When he says that he is okay, she has already made up her mind not to believe him. How could he be okay? There is no spark in his eyes and she’s not sure whether his attempts at smiles are genuine or not. She hopes that they are.
Even in this state, she still warms at his smile.
If the soul is the same, does it matter what it looks like on the outside?
She has no right to judge him, not when she paid the price that she had. A price so deep that she doesn’t even know how much it will affect her - that what feels like a blessing, having her darkest memories removed, has left her vulnerable and unprepared for the next time she might chance upon the one creature in all of Beqanna that has caused her the most pain.
When asked if she found what she was looking for, she hesitates for a second before answering softly. “I did.” Agetta feels guilty saying them, even though the truth is so much bigger than those two words. She had found more than she wanted, more than she could have ever hoped for, and she had been blessed.
Finally, because she cannot deny her concern any longer, she asks the largest question on her mind - or at least the largest one that doesn’t involve prying into whatever he went through in the afterlife. They may be friends, but it is a new friendship and she has no business asking such things.
“Does it hurt?” She would gesture to him, indicating the changes that have occurred over his whole body, if doing so didn’t feel incredibly rude.
@[kensley]