[Stephen's assessing gaze rakes over the young man, and his consensus is not a hard one to make: Rhy looks worn, overwrought. Like whatever he's put himself through has well taken its toll, even as he straightens to greet him.
The connections form immediately in his mind: it's not a leap of logic to assume that Rhy's here to help with the relief effort, that he'd apply his ever-growing skill in healing magicks to aid those who need it. But, Stephen thinks, this might be the first practical application of those skills in a very profound way.
He'd bet money the kid's stretching himself too thin. And there he is, looking at him, just saying hello.]
What are you doing back here? No offense, but you don't... look so great.
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The connections form immediately in his mind: it's not a leap of logic to assume that Rhy's here to help with the relief effort, that he'd apply his ever-growing skill in healing magicks to aid those who need it. But, Stephen thinks, this might be the first practical application of those skills in a very profound way.
He'd bet money the kid's stretching himself too thin. And there he is, looking at him, just saying hello.]
What are you doing back here? No offense, but you don't... look so great.