[ The scars are gone. It's the first thing he notices, with an uncertain mix of relief and confusion.
Rhy grips the bottle of wine in front of his chest with both hands. He's rarely awkward, and in a crowd he doesn't let himself get visibly uncertain -- but in private, especially with those he considers close, there's something more vulnerable about him, more frequently. Less of a need to put on his best face and act the host or leader.
He steps closer, but doesn't reach out this time. ]
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Rhy grips the bottle of wine in front of his chest with both hands. He's rarely awkward, and in a crowd he doesn't let himself get visibly uncertain -- but in private, especially with those he considers close, there's something more vulnerable about him, more frequently. Less of a need to put on his best face and act the host or leader.
He steps closer, but doesn't reach out this time. ]
Nothing to apologize for.
Are you quite all right?