[Tristan is already at the door when Junpei opens it, eyes large and skin faintly lit. the distress was audible to keen elf ears, and prolonged enough that they roused from meditation to linger and wonder what threshold denoted a need for intervention. Junpei isn't like the stock of warriors and scholars of Badger Hill, and as far as they know, isn't experienced in enduring horror and bloodshed. to them, he's closer to the youth of Traint who worked and played fairly untouched by such things.
time to learn, it seems.]
Junpei.
[they do not startle, having tensed already upon hearing his feet plod to the door; only their hair ruffles with the rush of air from its opening. one wrinkled hand is lifting and curled into a gentle fist for knocking. alert and concerned, they do not hesitate to fix their eyes on him to scan for injury.]
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Date: 2026-02-28 01:13 pm (UTC)time to learn, it seems.]
Junpei.
[they do not startle, having tensed already upon hearing his feet plod to the door; only their hair ruffles with the rush of air from its opening. one wrinkled hand is lifting and curled into a gentle fist for knocking. alert and concerned, they do not hesitate to fix their eyes on him to scan for injury.]