Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181228025343

His mind continues to spite him with virulent messages, knowing he was about to do something 'not intended'. Seeing her becoming shy in her act accentuates this percentage, which he does by taking her hands into his. He does not know where he gets this sudden momentum of courage...or foolishness but ignores the blarring alarms of his mind, thinking he was acting in madness.

"You can ask me, it's alright". A true calm of self reaches to him even while his body was sending contrarian signals. Perhaps seeing her struggling with simple words had gifted him something. Or perhaps this is a way of thinking buried so long in his psyche, but Prad has no problem reaching out as he is currently, his eyes filled with a humble confidence "Anything, really. Especially considering you're tolled away with my charred limbs".