[ For a moment, Jon's stare shifts into something like apprehension. He hesitates, noticeably, at the offer to come closer. He does not know that he trusts himself with closer.
But then comes the phrase 'tell you all I know' and, well, there's no resisting that. Jon glances to his hand— still bleeding, which is startling; trying to lop off his own finger hadn't done this much damage— and steps forward. There is a certain sort of skittish reluctance to it, like a wary animal. ]
Did you— [ have an encounter with it, he nearly finishes, but he feels the weight of power building behind the words and bites it down. ] R-right. Thank you.
[ He holds out his hand to take the handkerchief. The man can inspect the injury himself if he likes, but Jon would be surprised: the burn scar is not a pleasant-looking thing. It distorts and discolors the skin of his hand, clearly severe, and he can only imagine that it puts people off. Anyway, a pinprick is not meant to be a noteworthy injury, though he continues to stare at it in worried bemusement. ]
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But then comes the phrase 'tell you all I know' and, well, there's no resisting that. Jon glances to his hand— still bleeding, which is startling; trying to lop off his own finger hadn't done this much damage— and steps forward. There is a certain sort of skittish reluctance to it, like a wary animal. ]
Did you— [ have an encounter with it, he nearly finishes, but he feels the weight of power building behind the words and bites it down. ] R-right. Thank you.
[ He holds out his hand to take the handkerchief. The man can inspect the injury himself if he likes, but Jon would be surprised: the burn scar is not a pleasant-looking thing. It distorts and discolors the skin of his hand, clearly severe, and he can only imagine that it puts people off. Anyway, a pinprick is not meant to be a noteworthy injury, though he continues to stare at it in worried bemusement. ]
You, ah... you've seen a few of these, I take it.