"Orym. It's a pleasure. I am Tarach'and, you can call me Tar." They chuckle and keep nibbling on the potatoes as well, nodding as they listen along. "It's understandable though...if you are still just in general mourning. You can't let people tell you when to stop being sad...but being hurt? If we stopped ourselves from doing anything for fear of pain, why, the populations of all the peoples of the world would die out, I'm sure!"
They are almost, almost tempted to rub their forehead against Orym's. Like a cat. The man just seems so small and in need of it. But they have to remember...boundaries! BOUNDARIES! So they just gently pat his shoulder again. "You want him to get it, to come to the conclusion on his own?"
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They are almost, almost tempted to rub their forehead against Orym's. Like a cat. The man just seems so small and in need of it. But they have to remember...boundaries! BOUNDARIES! So they just gently pat his shoulder again. "You want him to get it, to come to the conclusion on his own?"