[Fascinating to be sure. Truly...truly, fascinating. A Stellaron is a force all its own, conventionally, single-mindedly selfish as any cancer should be--and cancers do not experience "embarrassment", or "fluster". Yet there it is, that unmistakable stammer in the tempo...matching all too timely with that tell-tale flush in the young man's cheeks, the break of his eye contact, despite the steadiness of his poker face.
Remarkable. Unheard of. They've outdone themselves with this vessel, really...and the chances of this being an accidental phenomenon are vanishingly small. A Stellaron melded perfectly with a personably human will--why, there are truly countless applications that could come of that, now aren't there? ...Luocha's interest had been piqued ever since their first in-person encounter upon the Express, honestly, but now...oh, this may have been a bit of a mistake. Making contact quite like this. The urge to test the exact bounds of this particular Stellaron, as one might pluck at a new instrument to examine the unique flavor of its tune, emerges unbidden and terribly curious--
But now is not the time to investigate this.
...The thumb that brushes over his knuckles tells as much. An unexpected reciprocation--probably something of a nervous reflex in itself, really, to judge by Caelus's overall reaction here both internal and external--and all those diverted thoughts are promptly stilled. They might have had a part, admittedly, in the intensity of Luocha's scrutiny...but now he blinks, at that last remark there. A slight deviation from the careful set of his own expression if only for the surprise of it...before a flicker of amusement fills the gap promptly enough.]
...Yes, they're quite nice, aren't they? I have always been rather partial to this pair for that reason...but, for that matter...
[The curl of his own fingers finally loosens; if Caelus would be so kind as to permit it, Luocha's releasing his hand at last. The money's even left in his palm! Probably the ideal outcome here. (Welt might not have been around to break up the moment in the end, but no doubt his Otto Nonsense Radar is probably tingling with unbidden foreboding somewhere on the Express about now--)]
My apologies. Perhaps that was a bit forward of me... [You know, to judge by Caelus's reaction, even if it was a mostly lack thereof externally. Internally, though, what else could the falter in that pulse have meant? ...The feedback quiets, now that they're apart again, moreso as Luocha draws a pace back. This is equal parts a relief and a mild disappointment, and we are only going to examine the implications of those parts at a later date.] I am aware this is objectively none of my business, really, and if you don't consider it much of a problem then your judgment ought to be respected. However, as a healer myself, I must admit that I always find it a bit difficult to leave the injuries of others unattended...
[The Nameless of the Express really ought to look into that shortcoming in their roster, some absentminded part of Luocha's thoughts is musing. From a tactical standpoint it's quite surprising, actually, that they've no prompt medical measures at all for such incidents as this...considering the ventures they've gotten up to of late...ah, but the word is that their numbers are quite diminished and scattered these days. The fact that the Express travels once more at all is recent and rather surprising news. The motley gathering is still a work in progress? It ought to be interesting to see how things turn out there, in due time...but anyway.]
My own methods are not at all time-consuming, and it would be of no particular cost to me. So, if I were to offer...would you be receptive to having that mended, sir?
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Remarkable. Unheard of. They've outdone themselves with this vessel, really...and the chances of this being an accidental phenomenon are vanishingly small. A Stellaron melded perfectly with a personably human will--why, there are truly countless applications that could come of that, now aren't there? ...Luocha's interest had been piqued ever since their first in-person encounter upon the Express, honestly, but now...oh, this may have been a bit of a mistake. Making contact quite like this. The urge to test the exact bounds of this particular Stellaron, as one might pluck at a new instrument to examine the unique flavor of its tune, emerges unbidden and terribly curious--
But now is not the time to investigate this.
...The thumb that brushes over his knuckles tells as much. An unexpected reciprocation--probably something of a nervous reflex in itself, really, to judge by Caelus's overall reaction here both internal and external--and all those diverted thoughts are promptly stilled. They might have had a part, admittedly, in the intensity of Luocha's scrutiny...but now he blinks, at that last remark there. A slight deviation from the careful set of his own expression if only for the surprise of it...before a flicker of amusement fills the gap promptly enough.]
...Yes, they're quite nice, aren't they? I have always been rather partial to this pair for that reason...but, for that matter...
[The curl of his own fingers finally loosens; if Caelus would be so kind as to permit it, Luocha's releasing his hand at last. The money's even left in his palm! Probably the ideal outcome here. (Welt might not have been around to break up the moment in the end, but no doubt his Otto Nonsense Radar is probably tingling with unbidden foreboding somewhere on the Express about now--)]
My apologies. Perhaps that was a bit forward of me... [You know, to judge by Caelus's reaction, even if it was a mostly lack thereof externally. Internally, though, what else could the falter in that pulse have meant? ...The feedback quiets, now that they're apart again, moreso as Luocha draws a pace back. This is equal parts a relief and a mild disappointment, and we are only going to examine the implications of those parts at a later date.] I am aware this is objectively none of my business, really, and if you don't consider it much of a problem then your judgment ought to be respected. However, as a healer myself, I must admit that I always find it a bit difficult to leave the injuries of others unattended...
[The Nameless of the Express really ought to look into that shortcoming in their roster, some absentminded part of Luocha's thoughts is musing. From a tactical standpoint it's quite surprising, actually, that they've no prompt medical measures at all for such incidents as this...considering the ventures they've gotten up to of late...ah, but the word is that their numbers are quite diminished and scattered these days. The fact that the Express travels once more at all is recent and rather surprising news. The motley gathering is still a work in progress? It ought to be interesting to see how things turn out there, in due time...but anyway.]
My own methods are not at all time-consuming, and it would be of no particular cost to me. So, if I were to offer...would you be receptive to having that mended, sir?