[ someone huddled with their hands over their head never bodes well; it's either the calm before a storm, or it's a situation where he's one step too late to help. either way, it's not something he can ignore.
caution prevents him from approaching right out of the gate-- he knows better than to touch someone who might be afflicted with something beyond his comprehension, so he knits his fingers and summons one of his familiars. a black hound (invisible to anyone without some spiritual aptitude), who trots over to the hunched figure and tries to evaluate her by scent.
something malevolent? it's not sure. ]
...Hey. [ he tries, lingering a few feet to Monts' left. ] Can you hear me?
b.
caution prevents him from approaching right out of the gate-- he knows better than to touch someone who might be afflicted with something beyond his comprehension, so he knits his fingers and summons one of his familiars. a black hound (invisible to anyone without some spiritual aptitude), who trots over to the hunched figure and tries to evaluate her by scent.
something malevolent? it's not sure. ]
...Hey. [ he tries, lingering a few feet to Monts' left. ] Can you hear me?