Tobias visibly made no reaction at first to the light-haired Miqo'te's withdraw. The Hyur peers at the woman that brings her feet up onto the bench and knees brought to her chest. She was shy, that was obvious to him. However, something felt different this time around. At least to him, though perhaps he was over thinking.
    Whatever the case was, he averts his gaze from not just her, but everyone else as he leans back into silent introspection. Only his left brow twitches down into the beginning of a frown, but they quickly relax, only to twitch and relax again a few more times.Â
    Tobias presses his lips together after a time of silent reflection. His view slowly moves back up to look at her with lips still pressed against one another. Just for a moment he hesitates in his actions, but pulls his lips slightly apart from one another as an inaudible steady inhale was taken. The contemplative man in white with blackened hair makes the effort this time to reach out to Kiearia.
    His head snaps towards the front from the sudden shriek of a "KWEH" that sprung forth. Then Kiearia's hard landing draws Tobias' attention just as immediately to her fallen form and quickly lifts from his seat to assist her. However, as soon as his hand begins to stretch out to help her, the image of her pulling away from him flashes vividly in his thoughts. His hand stops as slender fingers curl away from her but eyes reflecting the need to do differently.
    "Boy! Get yer arse out here and help me calm these birds down!" the driver shouted, indeed towards Tobias.  Â
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    "Conjurer, make sure she is unharmed." Tobias suddenly delegates to Lorielle the Elezen, shifting eyes to the woman momentarily. She may have never said it herself, but he was at least keen enough to take note of her staff in her possession at some point in time during the trip. His tone was pressed with an urgency, but in no way demanding or authoritative. With one last glimpse of the fallen Miqo'te, the hired help makes a brisk exit from the side of the caravan to help his employer.
    Whatever the case was, he averts his gaze from not just her, but everyone else as he leans back into silent introspection. Only his left brow twitches down into the beginning of a frown, but they quickly relax, only to twitch and relax again a few more times.Â
    Tobias presses his lips together after a time of silent reflection. His view slowly moves back up to look at her with lips still pressed against one another. Just for a moment he hesitates in his actions, but pulls his lips slightly apart from one another as an inaudible steady inhale was taken. The contemplative man in white with blackened hair makes the effort this time to reach out to Kiearia.
    His head snaps towards the front from the sudden shriek of a "KWEH" that sprung forth. Then Kiearia's hard landing draws Tobias' attention just as immediately to her fallen form and quickly lifts from his seat to assist her. However, as soon as his hand begins to stretch out to help her, the image of her pulling away from him flashes vividly in his thoughts. His hand stops as slender fingers curl away from her but eyes reflecting the need to do differently.
    "Boy! Get yer arse out here and help me calm these birds down!" the driver shouted, indeed towards Tobias.  Â
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    "Conjurer, make sure she is unharmed." Tobias suddenly delegates to Lorielle the Elezen, shifting eyes to the woman momentarily. She may have never said it herself, but he was at least keen enough to take note of her staff in her possession at some point in time during the trip. His tone was pressed with an urgency, but in no way demanding or authoritative. With one last glimpse of the fallen Miqo'te, the hired help makes a brisk exit from the side of the caravan to help his employer.
