[ Actually, he's really surprised Shadow Milk took that hug for as long as he did, but him recoiling away is expected and it puts distance between them. Allows Truthless to finally push himself into a sitting position, his hand going to his neck to rub there. He closes his eyes for a moment, Shadow Milk's railing at him going in one ear and out the other as he takes a moment to center himself.
To push himself to his feet and go over to fetch his staff, pulling himself upright to his full (not very imposing lbr he's only 5'6") height, planting his staff firmly. ]
Stop it, I am not your enemy.
[ There's no fire in his voice, though, none of the anger that should be there. He turns as if to begin to walk away, but doesn't move. ]
Your new body is not suited to this environment. [ It's fucking Cold, Shadow Milk. ] Get up. Or simply sit and freeze, before you can find out what is happening. The choice is yours.
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To push himself to his feet and go over to fetch his staff, pulling himself upright to his full (not very imposing lbr he's only 5'6") height, planting his staff firmly. ]
Stop it, I am not your enemy.
[ There's no fire in his voice, though, none of the anger that should be there. He turns as if to begin to walk away, but doesn't move. ]
Your new body is not suited to this environment. [ It's fucking Cold, Shadow Milk. ] Get up. Or simply sit and freeze, before you can find out what is happening. The choice is yours.