[ He doesn't panic, murmuring his name to himself. Fjord. Yes, that feels right. The tiefling seems to be unnerved, though.
Fjord's attention drops to his own hands, looking at the odd blend of greens and inspecting nails sharp enough to pass for claws. When he accidentally snags some of the blanket he curls his fingers in and balls up fists on his lap. ]
... I'm sorry. [ He disappeared? That sounds odd. ] Did I do something wrong? Is that why I'm here?
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Fjord's attention drops to his own hands, looking at the odd blend of greens and inspecting nails sharp enough to pass for claws. When he accidentally snags some of the blanket he curls his fingers in and balls up fists on his lap. ]
... I'm sorry. [ He disappeared? That sounds odd. ] Did I do something wrong? Is that why I'm here?