[Even with her being frustrated by the puzzle, she picks up on his scent. It only serves to make her more frustrated, up until his voice snaps her out of it and she realizes exactly who's there with her. Her eyes go momentarily wide, with disbelief that he's able to find her. Thankfully her feet are in motion before her mind catches up, and in a matter of seconds she's awkwardly standing at the side of his chair and gripping hold of it as tight as her little hands will allow her without crushing it.]
Charles.
[Every ounce of affection she feels for the man is poured into her tone. She wants him to know she's happy and relieved to see him, but isn't able to vocalize that properly. Her tone of voice will just have to do. She leans in close enough to sniff at him, and feels at ease when it's familiar and comforting.]
You should not be here.
[That's what comes out instead.
He isn't old and frail, but she still greatly worries about his safety. Her hand reaches out to touch at his arm. She wants to hug him but feels awkward trying without him initiating the contact.]
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Charles.
[Every ounce of affection she feels for the man is poured into her tone. She wants him to know she's happy and relieved to see him, but isn't able to vocalize that properly. Her tone of voice will just have to do. She leans in close enough to sniff at him, and feels at ease when it's familiar and comforting.]
You should not be here.
[That's what comes out instead.
He isn't old and frail, but she still greatly worries about his safety. Her hand reaches out to touch at his arm. She wants to hug him but feels awkward trying without him initiating the contact.]