[ He gives her time. He can't even imagine what it's like, to shift perspectives and...well, bodily everything. Sure, he can make basic assumptions, but he's never been a machine. He's only been human. And while he considers her heart as human as the rest of them--perhaps more than himself in many circumstances--her body has definitely been not.
It is different, seeing the lost look in her eyes. What is she expecting, he wonders? Maybe to focus on an object, pull up a reference and immediately understand the context, as opposed to stare and wonder. He's not sure, but she doesn't look afraid, just bewildered. ]
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It is different, seeing the lost look in her eyes. What is she expecting, he wonders? Maybe to focus on an object, pull up a reference and immediately understand the context, as opposed to stare and wonder. He's not sure, but she doesn't look afraid, just bewildered. ]
Yeah. It definitely worked.
[ He offers her his other hand. ]
Do you think you can stand...?