[ Quentin's response is simple. Straightforward. Like remembering Maine's struggle — that of a near-stranger — and working to alleviate it are the most natural things in the world. It's as humbling as it is meaningful. Maine's blank expression gives way to reveal something deeply touched, if a bit muted by trained stoicism.
Briefly, he struggles to find the right words. Settles for nodding before he gets out, ]
Yeah. [ Then, ] Thank you.
[ Spoken quietly and with meaning. Still seems somehow insufficient, but he's not sure what else to say. Not sure how to convey what it means to him, especially when he can't articulate it even to himself.
He glances away. Watches someone hauling another box well out of hearing range. Buys himself a second before speaking again. ]
no subject
Briefly, he struggles to find the right words. Settles for nodding before he gets out, ]
Yeah. [ Then, ] Thank you.
[ Spoken quietly and with meaning. Still seems somehow insufficient, but he's not sure what else to say. Not sure how to convey what it means to him, especially when he can't articulate it even to himself.
He glances away. Watches someone hauling another box well out of hearing range. Buys himself a second before speaking again. ]
Avoided using it.
[ His power, he means. Insomuch as he can. ]