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( though it feels like his usually sharp senses are dulled, he's still very aware of someone's presence beside him when there was no one there before.

he doesn't look over, not immediately, choosing to keep himself still until curiosity gets the best of him and he looks over.

he doesn't recognize the face of the woman that's come to stand beside him but he's learned that people arrive fairly frequently to this place.

perhaps she's one that's just arrived or perhaps she's just one he hasn't met. whatever the answer, he responds to her nod with one of his own. )