[Qilby has his own attachments, sure, but he can't help the amusement that rises in him hearing someone else's. Ah, mortals: their fleeting connections; their simple, yet strangely complicated loves. He'd have found it interesting, were this a different time and place.]
[Still, he approaches with the same gentle, ??wise?? smile he always wears. (It's an easy act to slip into, though he doesn't remember a time when he was... Shit, that's concerning, but less concerning than the ticking in his chest. It will hit him like a train later.) Gently, he starts:]
Someone from home? [He seems almost wistful when he says:] It's easy to miss special people in a place like this, isn't it.
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[Still, he approaches with the same gentle, ??wise?? smile he always wears. (It's an easy act to slip into, though he doesn't remember a time when he was... Shit, that's concerning, but less concerning than the ticking in his chest. It will hit him like a train later.) Gently, he starts:]
Someone from home? [He seems almost wistful when he says:] It's easy to miss special people in a place like this, isn't it.