[ He huffs out a laugh — macabre though it may be, it's still humor, and if she has that left in her then perhaps he needn't be so worried.
(He still is. It's just his nature.)
He glances over at her limbs, almost as if to verify their state for himself, before looking back up at Torgal and Wolf, the white wolf leaping up in the air and pouncing back down on Torgal — who, by the sound of it, wasn't expecting the attack. ]
And the rest of you?
[ Physically, sure, she's alright. But Clive knows how he feels about it inside, and he's certain he's not the only one feeling... well, out of sorts feels too shallow, but truth be told, he doesn't know any other way to put it to himself. Something's different, and he can't go back to the way it was before. ]
no subject
(He still is. It's just his nature.)
He glances over at her limbs, almost as if to verify their state for himself, before looking back up at Torgal and Wolf, the white wolf leaping up in the air and pouncing back down on Torgal — who, by the sound of it, wasn't expecting the attack. ]
And the rest of you?
[ Physically, sure, she's alright. But Clive knows how he feels about it inside, and he's certain he's not the only one feeling... well, out of sorts feels too shallow, but truth be told, he doesn't know any other way to put it to himself. Something's different, and he can't go back to the way it was before. ]