Black Yoshi
look at that PUNGENT KILLSTICK.
Alright, so Celest didn't feel like talking. No response to his little anecdote. He'd just have to ask her a direct question. Not something like, 'do you miss your family and friends,' but something on a less sensitive topic.
So he went with the first other thing to come to him. "Why do you think they dragged us into this mess? The freaky guys with the capes, cloaks, whatever else they wore?" It was a legitimate question, but he was also trying to dig into this girl's brain a little bit. He couldn't be his normal self if she was so... Uncomfortable wasn't a strong enough word. Stressed? Distressed? Distraught, maybe? Ugh, wordplay. He didn't even know the difference between stressed and distressed. Much less how he could tell which one she was.
So he went with the first other thing to come to him. "Why do you think they dragged us into this mess? The freaky guys with the capes, cloaks, whatever else they wore?" It was a legitimate question, but he was also trying to dig into this girl's brain a little bit. He couldn't be his normal self if she was so... Uncomfortable wasn't a strong enough word. Stressed? Distressed? Distraught, maybe? Ugh, wordplay. He didn't even know the difference between stressed and distressed. Much less how he could tell which one she was.