[ Caoimhe listens ardently, his voice is stern, and there is a clear sound of it holding the sort of tension she hates hearing when someone speaks to her. It makes her feels cared, so her nerves are slightly rattled and depending on how he responds. Caoimhe may or may not instinctively cast a charm spell without meaning to - per se. She hopes though, in showing she means no harm that he will calm himself. That the tone of his voice seemingly stern, will escape from him. She is after all, gullible and believes in the good of all things.
So out she comes, carefully, the bright colors of red on her hair much like the corals in the sea. Is what he will notice first, then after the peculiar colors of her eyes that don't seem odd from a distance. Yet were notable all the same. ]
I-I... Don't mean any harm.... A-Are you okay... Your arm... I can heal it.... Please... Don't hurt me...?
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So out she comes, carefully, the bright colors of red on her hair much like the corals in the sea. Is what he will notice first, then after the peculiar colors of her eyes that don't seem odd from a distance. Yet were notable all the same. ]
I-I... Don't mean any harm.... A-Are you okay... Your arm... I can heal it.... Please... Don't hurt me...?