[ The Knight is...somewhat unfamiliar with this sort of thing. Everyone they had met had already been defined in some way - though, some had chosen something different for their lives, tiring of their previous task. Perhaps it was like that. A different mask, or a different shell.
Changing was always difficult. So instead they nod, and just sort of. Place a hand on the Drifter's helm again, an imitation of a previous gesture (because they feel the need to be more careful with hugging someone when they could definitely knock them over now).
Headpat.
This is...reassuring, right?? They follow it up with some clumsy signing. ]
DOING-GOOD
[ The Knight may not know much beyond combat, but they do know that many thrive on being heard, having their efforts acknowledged. This is just...more of that, to them.
They have never really needed it, but they have no problems giving it to the Drifter. ]
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Changing was always difficult. So instead they nod, and just sort of. Place a hand on the Drifter's helm again, an imitation of a previous gesture (because they feel the need to be more careful with hugging someone when they could definitely knock them over now).
Headpat.
This is...reassuring, right?? They follow it up with some clumsy signing. ]
DOING-GOOD
[ The Knight may not know much beyond combat, but they do know that many thrive on being heard, having their efforts acknowledged. This is just...more of that, to them.
They have never really needed it, but they have no problems giving it to the Drifter. ]