[He absolutely notices the shift in her aether. And without even really so much as thinking about it either. It helps that he already had been taking stock of that very thing, yes, but the sudden and immediate shift had been more than enough to have him taking a closer look at what she's doing. (He doesn't, at the moment, expect that she's particularly inclined to offer any sort of attack, but well. It never hurts to prepared.
As to what she finds, his soul is like an ocean. Vast and deep and dark, for all that it seems to resist any efforts to explore anything more than the barest edges. Which might well be as much for her safety as anything, but even what little she can find offers tantalizing glimpses of something - someone - that might well prove thoroughly interesting.]
Very far indeed, or so I would be led to imagine.
[Though the outfit she's wearing resembles nothing like anything currently present on either the Source or the First, he's seen enough civilizations rise and fall that the idea of something that isn't handwoven isn't unusual. Just ... remarkable, and something that very neatly rules out more than a few places she might have been, prior to her arrival on the First.]
It wouldn't have done. It might be an ungrateful thing, as I understand it, but it doesn't have the power to drag someone out of the lifestream, much less choose where to do so.
[No, that is result of something quite entirely different, and something that he has yet to figure out the finer details of. But he has nothing if not time, and is perfectly willing to patient besides.
As for his aether, that remains as it has - a mystery, but for those glimpses, as he turns her away from the darker corners with barely any perceptible effort. As if it were as easy to him as breathing.]
Oh, and some people might consider it rude to go feeling about in someone's aether uninvited.
[He doesn't sound offended, or even particularly bothered, but it's an acknowledgement that he's very much aware of what she's doing even so.]
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As to what she finds, his soul is like an ocean. Vast and deep and dark, for all that it seems to resist any efforts to explore anything more than the barest edges. Which might well be as much for her safety as anything, but even what little she can find offers tantalizing glimpses of something - someone - that might well prove thoroughly interesting.]
Very far indeed, or so I would be led to imagine.
[Though the outfit she's wearing resembles nothing like anything currently present on either the Source or the First, he's seen enough civilizations rise and fall that the idea of something that isn't handwoven isn't unusual. Just ... remarkable, and something that very neatly rules out more than a few places she might have been, prior to her arrival on the First.]
It wouldn't have done. It might be an ungrateful thing, as I understand it, but it doesn't have the power to drag someone out of the lifestream, much less choose where to do so.
[No, that is result of something quite entirely different, and something that he has yet to figure out the finer details of. But he has nothing if not time, and is perfectly willing to patient besides.
As for his aether, that remains as it has - a mystery, but for those glimpses, as he turns her away from the darker corners with barely any perceptible effort. As if it were as easy to him as breathing.]
Oh, and some people might consider it rude to go feeling about in someone's aether uninvited.
[He doesn't sound offended, or even particularly bothered, but it's an acknowledgement that he's very much aware of what she's doing even so.]