It does help when he moves away. That allows her look at the forest around them instead of concentrating on his actions. Being within sight is enough to ease most of her worries about being alone. A secure escape route is enough to quell every other fear in her for the time being. Big rocks, glass-all things to avoid if she's got to run. If they have to run.
The gesture Lup makes-the thumbs up-distracts her. She doesn't know what that means and looks down to hand, making the her own thumbs up and letting it fall without a word. And she listens intently when the strings are pointed out, taking care to note where they are and how to get around them. To her, these are intricate little warning signals. Impressive, even, and she wonders if they would work on ghosts too. This bit of security must be why they feel safe in one place.
That's home and her eyes light up like she's looking at a castle for the first time. There's a shelter-a house that's a size she's never seen before and-
She dumps all the contents of her bag to the ground so they can shuffle through for their items among the garbage. Apparently carrying them here was the beginning and end of her helpful nature. Hopefully nothing broke? It's probably fine. She doesn't seem concerned about it because she's stumbled upon the greatest treasure of all-a grody little elf camp.
"Families live in a 'home'. I know about that. The bears lived in that kind of place too." And she hovers by the tent first, poking her head in to see what's crackalackin in there. Only to get distracted by the hammock out of the corner of her eye. That's weird. Why put a blanket(??) up like that? Maybe it's to shield them from something? To test out that dumb theory, she kneels under it and presses her hands against it from there. It doesn't fall. Doesn't do much of anything. "Do you hide from the sun here?"
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The gesture Lup makes-the thumbs up-distracts her. She doesn't know what that means and looks down to hand, making the her own thumbs up and letting it fall without a word. And she listens intently when the strings are pointed out, taking care to note where they are and how to get around them. To her, these are intricate little warning signals. Impressive, even, and she wonders if they would work on ghosts too. This bit of security must be why they feel safe in one place.
That's home and her eyes light up like she's looking at a castle for the first time. There's a shelter-a house that's a size she's never seen before and-
She dumps all the contents of her bag to the ground so they can shuffle through for their items among the garbage. Apparently carrying them here was the beginning and end of her helpful nature. Hopefully nothing broke? It's probably fine. She doesn't seem concerned about it because she's stumbled upon the greatest treasure of all-a grody little elf camp.
"Families live in a 'home'. I know about that. The bears lived in that kind of place too." And she hovers by the tent first, poking her head in to see what's crackalackin in there. Only to get distracted by the hammock out of the corner of her eye. That's weird. Why put a blanket(??) up like that? Maybe it's to shield them from something? To test out that dumb theory, she kneels under it and presses her hands against it from there. It doesn't fall. Doesn't do much of anything. "Do you hide from the sun here?"