[For several moments, he's speechless. It would be worse, really, if Boone looked like his old self, the body he had grown accustomed to after his 36 years on earth. Yet it's still a blow. It still feels like a rock of existential dread in his stomach.
He forces a smile, offering Boone an arm so that he can steady himself. He's dressed in Boone's clothing, but his gestures are distinctly Aunamee, like an actor or a fairytale prince.]
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He forces a smile, offering Boone an arm so that he can steady himself. He's dressed in Boone's clothing, but his gestures are distinctly Aunamee, like an actor or a fairytale prince.]
Here. Let me help you to the sofa.