[He has seen concern etched into Kyle's expression before — often caused by himself, if he's being completely honest. But this ghost-white something like fear is unfamiliar to him. And as the unknown so often does, it unsettles Wilhelm. Gripped by the sense that he's seen something he shouldn't, he fixes his gaze on the empty spot where the shadow bird ripped apart, until Kyle collects himself with that breath.
Wilhelm just nods, trailing after him. He wonders who that voice really belonged to. He wonders a lot of things but knows better than to ask any of them. Instead, he tries (unconvincingly) to make light of it:]
Just another weird magic thing.
[Then there's little to fill the silence except the rustle of wings as more birds rise from their perch to shadow them.]
sorry for slow
Wilhelm just nods, trailing after him. He wonders who that voice really belonged to. He wonders a lot of things but knows better than to ask any of them. Instead, he tries (unconvincingly) to make light of it:]
Just another weird magic thing.
[Then there's little to fill the silence except the rustle of wings as more birds rise from their perch to shadow them.]