[He does look miserable and is throwing off reeling, alarmed feelings. Is he in a state to be a danger to her? Could be. If she helps now she'll look better later. Maybe have allies in this strange place. Nyara doesn't fully let her guard down and crouches close by, still not making direct eye contact.]
I am not sure I can help, but - maybe. Will you let me touch you?
[Need works better with contact. Nyara ignores the sword grumbling in the back of her head, about being taken for granted; she's known her long enough by now to tell that the spirit just really likes complaining.]
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I am not sure I can help, but - maybe. Will you let me touch you?
[Need works better with contact. Nyara ignores the sword grumbling in the back of her head, about being taken for granted; she's known her long enough by now to tell that the spirit just really likes complaining.]