[You would think that being a blood-smeared and creepy undead with sentience would be enough to make you the most unusual sight in any room. You would think, and yet, that's almost certainly not the case here.
He sees Ryder desperately struggling to drag a garbage can up the stairs. He can hear the sloshing of water and is in no small amount of awe that she figured out a way to transport it at all. He blinks up at her. She's barely even glanced at him.]
You... carried water... all this way...? Alone...?
[Obviously, she did, but he's still in disbelief. He hurries up the stairs, catching up with her as she fills up the tub.]
You worked... really hard at this... I'm... I... don't know... what to say...
[Even though she suggested they try something else, this is so much more effort than he ever expected. Or would have asked for.]
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He sees Ryder desperately struggling to drag a garbage can up the stairs. He can hear the sloshing of water and is in no small amount of awe that she figured out a way to transport it at all. He blinks up at her. She's barely even glanced at him.]
You... carried water... all this way...? Alone...?
[Obviously, she did, but he's still in disbelief. He hurries up the stairs, catching up with her as she fills up the tub.]
You worked... really hard at this... I'm... I... don't know... what to say...
[Even though she suggested they try something else, this is so much more effort than he ever expected. Or would have asked for.]
You're... kind of amazing... Ryder...