[ Lillina's voice might be subdued by the sea of whispers, but her emotions ripple through the room and ping on Alexandre's radar. It's inevitable, how his Echo feeds the surface emotions of others to him - sadness and pain.
His eyes trace the room for its source and land on her. (She is so small.) Knowing naught of her predicament means there isn't much to say; once she accosts him, his only response would be to offer her what was in his hand.
A scrap of cloth with the edges sewn neatly inwards, with a small decorated corner where he had practiced embroidery on. Perhaps it could serve as a handkerchief. ]
sound eaters
His eyes trace the room for its source and land on her. (She is so small.) Knowing naught of her predicament means there isn't much to say; once she accosts him, his only response would be to offer her what was in his hand.
A scrap of cloth with the edges sewn neatly inwards, with a small decorated corner where he had practiced embroidery on. Perhaps it could serve as a handkerchief. ]