[Having finally caught up with his respiration, Hope settles a hand on Baldr's head, who is thankfully standing obediently at his feet—though his mile-a-minute wagging tail suggests that might not last very long. Letting out another sigh, Hope's gaze is now focused entirely on the woman, narrowed slightly in mingled concern and concentration, as if attempting to read just what she could be keeping to herself.]
Then what is it? [He rests a hand on his hip; although with his comparably tinier height, he's far from imposing. His expression is rather serious, though, given what he's learned already. He decides to keep it at that simple question before speculating on her worries—which could very well be his own.]
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Then what is it? [He rests a hand on his hip; although with his comparably tinier height, he's far from imposing. His expression is rather serious, though, given what he's learned already. He decides to keep it at that simple question before speculating on her worries—which could very well be his own.]