✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down
The light of panic becoming visible in her eyes is enough to let Jongin know his company has inevitably sensed something amiss. Blood-bending, she’s capable of it, right? The muse doesn’t have any “real” blood to speak of coursing beneath his skin. Sora can’t help but quickly look him up and down, mentally trying to process why she can find no trace of that crimson which should be keeping him alive.
He isn’t aware the brunette’s anxiety is heightened due to the flash of recollection involving her former captors, and how her abilities could do nothing against them for reasons still unknown. Is he one of them? For her own safety, that scrutinizing gaze drifts away as she tries her best to come across less nervous, but to anyone that would happen to glance her way, it’d be apparent she wasn’t doing a very good job.
“I’m strange, like you.” Jongin finally supplies, his voice as soothing as it always is in the presence of humans.