[He's not quite curled in the fetal position on top of the sheets on the bed, but he's close. His blond hair is loose and limp around his face, his hands clenching into weak fists and then uncurling, over and over again, his breathing shallow. If it were possibly for the skinny man to look any skinnier than he already did, he's managed it here.
At the sound of Devin's voice he stills, his hands ceasing their movement, and then he opens his one good eye. Rather than the usual bright blue, his eye is golden and slitted like a cat's. Fai moves his head just far enough to get a better look at the man in the doorway.
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At the sound of Devin's voice he stills, his hands ceasing their movement, and then he opens his one good eye. Rather than the usual bright blue, his eye is golden and slitted like a cat's. Fai moves his head just far enough to get a better look at the man in the doorway.
He doesn't smile, just blinks.]
Still trying to hurt my feelings, Sir Knight?