[Is that Viktor? What happened to him? The atmosphere is still such that Turo cannot feel as much alarm as the sight probably warrants, although a dry observation does slip through: this is the man he was expected to entrust with his repairs?
The fellow-feeling between them is still strong enough that he is not worried about the ragged man or the weapon he bears. Turo draws a little closer to him, in fact, seeking some of that security for himself. He's never trusted anyone like that before; frankly, he's no longer sure he's even capable. It feels...warm, comfortable, safe. He watches the man's hands with idle curiosity, and makes no move to intervene.]
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The fellow-feeling between them is still strong enough that he is not worried about the ragged man or the weapon he bears. Turo draws a little closer to him, in fact, seeking some of that security for himself. He's never trusted anyone like that before; frankly, he's no longer sure he's even capable. It feels...warm, comfortable, safe. He watches the man's hands with idle curiosity, and makes no move to intervene.]