[ Rhys is trying not to pay too much attention to people. He feels vulnerable in nothing but a paper gown, and the fly he's called away from the window to rest on his shoulder does little to help with that, weak as it feels. There are others in paper gowns and even as he recognizes it to likely not be their choice, it's immodest and he'd rather not see them. The people who are clothed in what they can choose are hardly any better.
It is as though those here do not worry about the effects of the suns.
Because he's not paying attention, gaze fixed in front of him while he silently recites the ninety-nine names of God, he's startled when she bumps him, when she speaks to him. ]
Be more careful.
[ He snaps it without thinking, but then just doubles down in chiding her. ]
Arrival
It is as though those here do not worry about the effects of the suns.
Because he's not paying attention, gaze fixed in front of him while he silently recites the ninety-nine names of God, he's startled when she bumps him, when she speaks to him. ]
Be more careful.
[ He snaps it without thinking, but then just doubles down in chiding her. ]
No one is looking out for you.