[he stays where he is, closing his eyes, inhaling deep before he opens them again, letting the end of his staff tap against the ground. a light springs up in the air, faint, and lodges in the end of his staff - after which he starts to follow her, taking bigger strides to catch up.]
...What's the matter?
[it's probably ill advised, but he reaches out to lay his hand on the prosthetic.]
no subject
...What's the matter?
[it's probably ill advised, but he reaches out to lay his hand on the prosthetic.]