spiraling downwards - joining

[hushsound.]

Unfortunately for Hush, a male already pretty bad at communication and making friends, despite how hard he tried, that Aster didn't seem as though she was able to be of an help. He could see the confusion and exhaustion that echoed in her eyes as she shakily got up to her feet, her mouth opening but no noise emerging from her muzzle. Hush actually... knew the feeling pretty well. For the most part, he was able to talk when he actually wanted to, but there were certain times where he just wasn't able to. He would open his mouth, stretch his vocal chords and willed something, anything to leave his mouth, but then nothing would come out, too stricken by anxiety or too upset by something that was going on. Those were the moments where he felt truly useless, since he would grasp in vain at anything he could do besides speak, and often that wouldn't work. That was part of the reason that he missed being Link, just because back then he didn't need his words in order to help others. He could just be his usual knightly self and protect Zelda, and that would serve him far better than any words could. He wished that he could do that in this world as well, but he knew it would be a little while before he could have the respect that he so desperately wished for these days. He had gotten a taste of it at the last meeting, when Goldie had shouted him out for helping out and being around so much lately, but he was determined to make sure that was only the beginning.

And his first step? It would be assisting Aster, since it was obvious that she was disoriented and couldn't quite explain herself to him yet. Carefully the feline padded forward to meet the child, moving up beside her so that she could lean her weight against him, not wanting her to fall over with her already shaky stance. He wasn't sure if she could actually understand him right now, but he still spoke in soft and rough tones as he gestured with his head towards the main camp of the Typhoon, slowly moving forward one step at a time so that Aster could keep up, "You can't talk yet, huh? Well, that's okay. I can't really talk most of the time either. Come on, you follow me to our main camp, and we'll get your wounds patched up a bit, and then we can figure out what to do next. I don't know if your parents are somewhere around here, or how long you've been here, but I promise you we can help..." He still knew that there was a very good chance that Aster couldn't understand a thing that he was saying, but he was hoping that his calm smile and reassuring tone of voice – albeit gruff – would be enough to communicate that she was going to be fine.

[glow=black,2,300]LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH[/glow]