She knows that look in his eyes as he's looking at her. It's how most new people tend to look at this point, she thinks - and Chizuru can't help her. The way she turned back into a person is such a blur by now in her mind that she's pretty sure she spent most of the time Robby is currently experiencing in a way that's even much less coherent than he is in this moment.
But he is turning back. He's moving again. He's talking. They're all good signs, and at least they have Chizuru hoping that the other will be alright in the end, even if the boy doesn't look to be in the best shape.
.. boy. He does look like a boy, she thinks. Maybe on the verge, that strange border between being a boy and being a man, especially in Chizuru's culture and time where boys had to grow up so much more quickly. He's got to be around her own age, she thinks, or maybe a little younger. It's always hard to tell with these western-looking men, so unfamiliar to her before she found herself surrounded by them here.
"It's okay," she says, careful to keep her gaze on his face to make sure she doesn't see a little bit too much if he suddenly decides to move.. But Chizuru smiles, seeming much more confident and reassuring in this moment than her usual meek attitude would allow. But she knows this is a situation in which she has to be reassuring, like an anchor, until this person is fully themselves again. "I know.. it must all seem really confusing right now. But don't try too hard to think of everything at once."
That sounds like a recipe for disaster while you're still out of it, after all.
"Try to focus.. on you. On your body. Once you can sit up, I have some clothes for you.." Chizuru pats the robes lying next to her on the sand. Nothing too fancy, mind you, since she just grabbed one of the outfits for the newcomers from the people handing them out, but it'll have to do for now.
(Not to alarm you with a sudden realisation about your state of undress or anything, Robby.)
o-oh, thank you...... o////////o
But he is turning back. He's moving again. He's talking. They're all good signs, and at least they have Chizuru hoping that the other will be alright in the end, even if the boy doesn't look to be in the best shape.
.. boy. He does look like a boy, she thinks. Maybe on the verge, that strange border between being a boy and being a man, especially in Chizuru's culture and time where boys had to grow up so much more quickly. He's got to be around her own age, she thinks, or maybe a little younger. It's always hard to tell with these western-looking men, so unfamiliar to her before she found herself surrounded by them here.
"It's okay," she says, careful to keep her gaze on his face to make sure she doesn't see a little bit too much if he suddenly decides to move.. But Chizuru smiles, seeming much more confident and reassuring in this moment than her usual meek attitude would allow. But she knows this is a situation in which she has to be reassuring, like an anchor, until this person is fully themselves again. "I know.. it must all seem really confusing right now. But don't try too hard to think of everything at once."
That sounds like a recipe for disaster while you're still out of it, after all.
"Try to focus.. on you. On your body. Once you can sit up, I have some clothes for you.." Chizuru pats the robes lying next to her on the sand. Nothing too fancy, mind you, since she just grabbed one of the outfits for the newcomers from the people handing them out, but it'll have to do for now.
(Not to alarm you with a sudden realisation about your state of undress or anything, Robby.)