[Her grabbing of his hands succeeds; Ebalon makes a surprised sound before the briefest, most fleeting flash of ire flickers in his eyes. All at once, he's back to being polite, albeit still stunned, brows knit.]
Can I... help you?
[Whose child is this? Why is she so... grabby?
The magic that Ebalon is playing with — or rather, testing, just to make sure all is in order here — flickers out shortly after she grabs him. If she can sense lingering traces of magic, though, it's quite literally all over his hands and wrists.]
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Can I... help you?
[Whose child is this? Why is she so... grabby?
The magic that Ebalon is playing with — or rather, testing, just to make sure all is in order here — flickers out shortly after she grabs him. If she can sense lingering traces of magic, though, it's quite literally all over his hands and wrists.]