[Well, perhaps not, but Estinien sure as seven hells can't tell you how his own brain perceives threat sometimes, or why his already limited words sometimes leave him entirely, like they have now.
Sensing his mood, Iceheart shifts and gets up from his lap, turning around to lean up and put her front paws on his shoulders and butt the top of her head against the bottom of his chin, with the soft crunch of the ice crystals in her fur.
The contact makes him visibly jolt out of the reverie with a shudder, but it's cold fur and not someone's hand, so it doesn't come with the same sort of threat to a mind trained to see them everywhere.
He ducks his head down to press his forehead against the little puff of fur on the top of hers, burying his face in the fluff and the grounding cold.]
...need to stop.
[...he'd probably be more discernible if he wasn't speaking into the top of a Vulpix's head, but...]
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Sensing his mood, Iceheart shifts and gets up from his lap, turning around to lean up and put her front paws on his shoulders and butt the top of her head against the bottom of his chin, with the soft crunch of the ice crystals in her fur.
The contact makes him visibly jolt out of the reverie with a shudder, but it's cold fur and not someone's hand, so it doesn't come with the same sort of threat to a mind trained to see them everywhere.
He ducks his head down to press his forehead against the little puff of fur on the top of hers, burying his face in the fluff and the grounding cold.]
...need to stop.
[...he'd probably be more discernible if he wasn't speaking into the top of a Vulpix's head, but...]