[ At her apology, his head snaps up, and he looks in her direction, eyes widening briefly. Of course she volunteers to do more work-- which is the exact opposite of what he should be facilitating, especially since this is his own problem. ]
--No. [ He's quick to dismiss the idea, and just as quickly, he repeats himself in a softer tone, correcting for the sudden, snappish tone. ] No. You've done nothing wrong. It is... [ At last he animates, raising his hand up to jaw, palm partially covering his mouth. Another pause follows, and his hand lifts further to card through his hair. The strands fall haphazardly back over his pinched brow.
He could say that she needn't do more work, but how would that come off as, firing her? He's already stumbling over his words, no need to throw more misunderstandings into the mess.
Somnus looks at her. ]
Let us walk.
[ Ah.
...Hm. This is probably a mistake on his part for asking. ]
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--No. [ He's quick to dismiss the idea, and just as quickly, he repeats himself in a softer tone, correcting for the sudden, snappish tone. ] No. You've done nothing wrong. It is... [ At last he animates, raising his hand up to jaw, palm partially covering his mouth. Another pause follows, and his hand lifts further to card through his hair. The strands fall haphazardly back over his pinched brow.
He could say that she needn't do more work, but how would that come off as, firing her? He's already stumbling over his words, no need to throw more misunderstandings into the mess.
Somnus looks at her. ]
Let us walk.
[ Ah.
...Hm. This is probably a mistake on his part for asking. ]