spirit lariat

"Are you alright, Reyn?"

He seems to be...hovering. A stammered "U-uh, yeah! All good here, M-Melia." brings him back to the ground only somewhat. Unsure what to do with his hands, he keeps stopping himself from cranking his shoulder, as he would usually do when the group stood about conversing.

Is that it, then?

"Reyn, are you afraid to touch me?"

"No!" It shoots out of him quicker than one of Sharla's bullets. "I mean, yeah. 'Cos, y'know, you're so fragile-like, and..."

Fragile? Ah, but she's not really offended. So...she'll have to be the one to grab him!