Lauriel gazes up at The Doll, her eyes slowly softening from wary vigilance to curiosity as she takes in the articulated hands. Her attempts to focus are still shakey, but she leans forward with interest as she pulls her hand out of her coat and reaches out towards The Doll, seemingly intending to take her hand and examine it closer before she stops herself. Blushing lightly, she pulls back and sits up a little straighter and manages to muster up words to respond with.
“Thank you for the welcome uhm… Miss Doll” the words roll strange on her tongue, but she’ll get used to them. “And I’m fi-“ she’s trying to say she’s fine, but a single glance up at The Doll seems to strangle the words in her mouth. She looks around, remembering just how absolutely alone she is, her world dead and no one else here to speak with. “It’s… it’s just a lot to take in right now. Please, have a seat.” She pats the seat next to her and waits for The Doll to sit.
When she does, she finds herself relaxing even more than she thought. Perhaps she is more susceptible to Lumenflower than most, since the tension begins to bleed out of her shoulders and she speaks before she can think. “Are you really a doll? I’ve made some amazing things in my time, but I’ve never thought someone could make…” she trails off, her eyes slowly roaming over The Dolls body with interest, lingering on the joints.
Enginner meets Doll, she wants to examine her but is too polite to just grab!
“Thank you for the welcome uhm… Miss Doll” the words roll strange on her tongue, but she’ll get used to them. “And I’m fi-“ she’s trying to say she’s fine, but a single glance up at The Doll seems to strangle the words in her mouth. She looks around, remembering just how absolutely alone she is, her world dead and no one else here to speak with. “It’s… it’s just a lot to take in right now. Please, have a seat.” She pats the seat next to her and waits for The Doll to sit.
When she does, she finds herself relaxing even more than she thought. Perhaps she is more susceptible to Lumenflower than most, since the tension begins to bleed out of her shoulders and she speaks before she can think. “Are you really a doll? I’ve made some amazing things in my time, but I’ve never thought someone could make…” she trails off, her eyes slowly roaming over The Dolls body with interest, lingering on the joints.