[ It probably doesn't help that Eirlys herself doesn't seem to be paying much attention to where she walks. Despite being a relatively new face in town, she doesn't take much, if any, interest in her surroundings, like a newcomer to a new town might do. Her focus seems to be elsewhere, so when the two of them collide, she's truly taken off guard.
Her stumbling is about as inelegant as you'd expect and when Therion catches her arm (and her skin, even through the fabric of her sleeve, is unsettlingly cold), she looks – not quite upset, but the otherwise smooth lines of her face crease into a frown.
But then she straightens up, and doesn't bother brushing herself down – she just lets her hands dangle by her sides as she sort of... stares him down. ]
... Yes, I'm uninjured. [ She still? Hasn't broken eye contact with him? Eirlys please ] Was I in the way?
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Her stumbling is about as inelegant as you'd expect and when Therion catches her arm (and her skin, even through the fabric of her sleeve, is unsettlingly cold), she looks – not quite upset, but the otherwise smooth lines of her face crease into a frown.
But then she straightens up, and doesn't bother brushing herself down – she just lets her hands dangle by her sides as she sort of... stares him down. ]
... Yes, I'm uninjured. [ She still? Hasn't broken eye contact with him? Eirlys please ] Was I in the way?