“Holy shit! That scared the hell out of me! Stop it!”
“Are you okay? You look like you could use some help sitting down.” It was hard to speak under the layers of makeup that he had on, but somehow he made it work. Somehow, people understood what he was saying most of the time. He didn’t lean forward to help at all--he’d tried that before and it only seemed to make things worse. He would wait Macai’s approval first. “Nice beard.”














