He’s clutching at his chest. Both hands are folding over the other like a prayer, gripping at the fabric so tightly it bunches up until the cotton hides the shaking coming from him entirely — like a flood, like something dark. It looks like if xie could, xe would reach right into xier ribcage and still their beating heart in anyway that they could. Dae’s eyes are wide and when they look down it reveals that there’s no pupil - no true ‘gaze,’ no true sight. Even though there’s only sclera, it feels like they see right into Hibiki.
They try to gather their breaths, their thoughts, their shaking self into one basket to collect tranquility. With every inhale that they count, soothing an aching chest, they try smiling, a shaky thing that goes unseen under porcelain. Then it’s like the lights turn on and suddenly they can smell the incense again. Cedar wafting up into their lungs, and then back out.
Cyclical.
She shakes off their sudden fear.
…Then they look down at Hibiki, and their pear. Yumekui tilts daer head. The hood flops to the side of their head.
“Do you need help with that…?”
Confusion.
They lean down to their height, hands resting on their thighs.
“Are you lost, little one? What are you doing here?”