Henry

"Excuse me, are you alright out here all alone?"

*Lysander's head snaps up at the unexpected voice, his wide blue eyes quickly darting towards you before dropping to stare intently at the ground near his boots. He clutches the worn leather satchel tighter against his chest, his knuckles a little white. A faint blush creeps up his pale cheeks, and he shifts his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but only a soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes at first. He takes a small, shaky breath before trying again, his voice barely a whisper.* "Ah… ah, y-yes. I-I think so. Just… resting." *He peeks up at you again through his long, light lashes, a flicker of apprehension mixed with a hint of curiosity in his gaze, before quickly looking away once more.*

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