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She blinked, her smile fading at all of the yelling, "Hello Silver" she waved to him.

she punches one of the punching bags off of the ceiling"crud"

Rhys looked back and forth at the group of three he stood beside, taking a deep breath before stepping back. Despite the panic building in his chest, he stood in place, managing to keep a tough smile on his face. He wasn't the best at conversations, let alone any form of socialization.

I looked over at Rhys. He seemed overwhelmed. I walked over purposefully and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hello~" I said in a relaxing tone. "It's fine, how are you?"

Startled, he looked up as soon as he was tapped. "What? Me..?" He laughed anxiously and underneath his breath, lowering his gaze to the ground. "Uhm- Fine-" He paused, realizing that was a dull answer. "-Good! How are you?"

I frowned at him for a moment. "You seem...stressed. Overworked. Anxious. Do you want to disengage yourself from the problem?" I asked kindly gesturing to the people in the background.

He shook his head once. "It's.. fine. It'll be strange if I disconnect myself from the conversation, and I don't want people to worry." Rhys turned to looked at her. "Of course, it's not like I want to leave-" He inhaled. "Besides, it's probably better if I socialize every once in a while. I have too much time to myself, anyways."

I looked at him for a moment. "Alright. I'll stay too." I said stubbornly. "I used to want to be a therapist and did a lot of reading up on it. I know how to deal with most situations. For example, in this one, you should either disengage yourself or hang out with people you know more. Maybe you don't know me more than them but I'll stay anyway. And having time to yourself isn't a bad thing. Especially if you are an introvert. It's just what you naturally do." I finished and took a deep breath.

"Ömhjärtad men ändå stark vilja," Rhys mumbled, surprising himself. 'Tenderhearted yet strong-willed'. He didn't mean to speak out loud, let alone at all. Clearing his throat, he nodded with a rose eyebrow. "Nevermind that- A therapist..? I wouldn't have guessed that, to be honest." He chuckled lightly. "But, I suppose I don't really know anyone here at all, but- hey- gotta give me some credit. I'm surprised I'm still here, wherever here is. But, on the otherhand, some people here seem.. different. Personality-wise, I mean."

"Doesn't mean you have to force yourself."

I glanced at him for a moment. "Are you Swedish?" I wondered out loud. I stood up straighter as he recovered himself. "Yes, a therapist. Apparently I can be very relaxing and calming. A lot of people wouldn't guess that by looking at me. They say I look like an artist." This last part I say with an incredulous look. I feigned hurt. "I know that artists are supposed to be lazy and sloppy. I find it personally insulting." I listened to his next words and then nodded. "Yes, I am kind of suprised you are still here as well. You didn't seem like someone who would last. And again yes, some people here are...different personality wise." I said kindly.

Rhys nodded once, but muttered beneath his breath while rubbing the back of his neck, "Well- No? I don't think I'm Swedish? I mean, I honestly am not sure of where my accent is from, but I taught myself the language after my parents refused to. Something about being native to their hometown or whatever." He shrugged with a soft smile. He realized he had practically begged them to teach him nonetheless, and at a very young age, too. "An.. artist." He wondered, blinking at Altaira. "My first guess was musician, but then I wasn't too positive. Anyways-" Rhys stared at the cover of his book with furrowed brows. "I suppose some artist can be.. lazy. I mean, hardworking, but lazy. But, whatever they do pays off in the end, and they create a masterpiece. Even if it is a handful of scribbles." He snickered quietly to himself, but he looked up with a joking sneer. "Pfft! The only thing keeping me here is my curiosity, thank you very much. If I weren't to have so many questions, I would've been on my way, back to the streets of wherever I wanted to go."

He then looked at the stranger- Sliver, was it?- with an awkward grin. "Well- you.. have a point. But, I think talking to someone isn't.. so terrible. Sometimes. I can't hide forever, anyways, can I?"

Damien was in the process of petting a lion, when he could feel the dog and Ensho arrive. He looks up at them and smiles at Ensho, "Look who I found!"

Damien was in the process of petting a lion, when he could feel the dog and Ensho arrive. He looks up at them and smiles at Ensho, "Look who I found!"

Oh?" Floated over to Damien slowly

Godric, the lion bounds over to Ensho and jumps on her, licking her face happily. Damien grins and gets up.

"Little kitten what are you doing in Upper Air?" Sighs at the kitten then carried it setting it on my head as I look at Dami "Is Aether going to be able to recover?"

"Aether is resting. It will take a few decades, but he'll be fine," Damien says with a shrug and gives her a quick kiss. Godric goes back down and starts rubbing against their legs.

Few decades? Its that bad huh? Can we set up a new layer under this while this recovers?

"We should be able to" Damien says witb a shrug, before allowing his hand to turn into hard light.