[ Even after all this time, that teleportation still startles them. Another little squeeze of the Nightmare King's hand, on reflex.
But it's something else that shocks them more than his arrival, when the Troupe Master speaks.
Grimm sounds so tired. It's not something they hear often, or at all, so their concern is immediate.
They look up at him, and then at the child who stands beside them, hand in hand, and then back.
They reach out, after a moment.
It's not quite asking for his hand, but it is a question, all the same. A desire to know and understand someone else's pain, as they have so many times before. ]
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But it's something else that shocks them more than his arrival, when the Troupe Master speaks.
Grimm sounds so tired. It's not something they hear often, or at all, so their concern is immediate.
They look up at him, and then at the child who stands beside them, hand in hand, and then back.
They reach out, after a moment.
It's not quite asking for his hand, but it is a question, all the same. A desire to know and understand someone else's pain, as they have so many times before. ]