[Teddy purses his lips together at that, though he doesn't answer until he's outside. At last, he relaxes, eyes closing and taking in a deep breath. Teddy's not a nature person. He's a city boy through and through, and he's still not used to the utter slowness of Luceti. Often, he has to slow down his walking speed just to let others keep up, and he'll never get used to just how small and spacious everything is. Being outside like this usually never did anything for him except be too quiet and, occasionally, be kind of beautiful.
Right now, though, it's like he just stepped into a paradise. The walls aren't closing in on him anymore, the suffocation of Billy's silence and lack of answers is clearing up. He can feel the stress ooze out of him in that instant.
... And then, when he takes in another breath, it slowly comes back. His shoulders hunch, he opens his eyes, and he stuffs his hands into his jacket, head low as Mia's words come back to him.
You know how to help him better than anyone else here.]
... Actually? I have no idea what I'm doing. I've never done anything like this before... I don't know anything about magic. I don't know what really happened during that whole week. I don't know about - possession or how that affects him.
[He rubs at his forehead, then scrubs his hand through his hair.] He barely talks to me... I never know what to say, and every time I do, it's like - like he doesn't even hear me.
[October 18, Action]
Right now, though, it's like he just stepped into a paradise. The walls aren't closing in on him anymore, the suffocation of Billy's silence and lack of answers is clearing up. He can feel the stress ooze out of him in that instant.
... And then, when he takes in another breath, it slowly comes back. His shoulders hunch, he opens his eyes, and he stuffs his hands into his jacket, head low as Mia's words come back to him.
You know how to help him better than anyone else here.]
... Actually? I have no idea what I'm doing. I've never done anything like this before... I don't know anything about magic. I don't know what really happened during that whole week. I don't know about - possession or how that affects him.
[He rubs at his forehead, then scrubs his hand through his hair.] He barely talks to me... I never know what to say, and every time I do, it's like - like he doesn't even hear me.