[Sensing magic or not is not a question; with whatever action Elidibus had done and the mists tempered, Esteban can hear them retreating, coy whispers drawing back in a hiss that feathers along his spine. He can't tell if it bodes well that he stops wanting-- longing for the promises that no longer tease him. The silence stretches, but it feels unearthly, and full. A watcher instead of an absence.]
"Of the children in general or those children specifically?" [The hand on his shoulder feels restrictive somewhat, but Esteban settles, trying not to bounce on the balls of his feet or fidget too much. It's smart. Meaning to or not, Elidibus' touch helps keep him grounded, and less likely to run off to the children without a thought.]
[He still wants to; the children should be taken home, should be made safe. But optimist as he is, he's not blind either, and there is too many strings to this spider's web for him to ignore the danger.]
"I got Yzelf's hat." [He shows it to his companion; a too-small soft thing, with slits at the top for the ears. It was, after all, what had guided him to the mists in the first place.] "But nothing for the others. Can it help?"
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"Of the children in general or those children specifically?" [The hand on his shoulder feels restrictive somewhat, but Esteban settles, trying not to bounce on the balls of his feet or fidget too much. It's smart. Meaning to or not, Elidibus' touch helps keep him grounded, and less likely to run off to the children without a thought.]
[He still wants to; the children should be taken home, should be made safe. But optimist as he is, he's not blind either, and there is too many strings to this spider's web for him to ignore the danger.]
"I got Yzelf's hat." [He shows it to his companion; a too-small soft thing, with slits at the top for the ears. It was, after all, what had guided him to the mists in the first place.] "But nothing for the others. Can it help?"