[Even without the ability to blink anymore, there's an automatic twitch like he tries to anyway. It's so difficult not to flinch more than that, unconsciously balling his hands into fists where they rest in his lap.
He doesn't breathe; his brain kind of shuts off with someone this close. He's pretty sure that not even Zhas had touched his scars. Maybe when he'd first been brought into the clan, rough hands inspecting the damage to make sure that the old wound wasn't something they would have to worry about, but nothing more than that.
The sigh of relief is probably audible when Carl sits back again, and he's still half caught-up in the lingering anxiety when he sees him signing.
He's pretty sure he reads most of what Carl says, but he's still confused. He tilts his head to the side in silent question?]
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He doesn't breathe; his brain kind of shuts off with someone this close. He's pretty sure that not even Zhas had touched his scars. Maybe when he'd first been brought into the clan, rough hands inspecting the damage to make sure that the old wound wasn't something they would have to worry about, but nothing more than that.
The sigh of relief is probably audible when Carl sits back again, and he's still half caught-up in the lingering anxiety when he sees him signing.
He's pretty sure he reads most of what Carl says, but he's still confused. He tilts his head to the side in silent question?]