[It was impossible not to go, and not to look, when people were lost and in need. Even if those missing were not 'your own' people, how could that be a factor? Jehan had been lost once before in the belly of the beast that was this ship, and he could not have imagined remaining long sane or long alive had he not found his way back out. Being lost was a lonely, treacherous thing here, and anyone with a sense of compassion to any degree might have set out to help.
That helping would prove impossible was the most usual thing in the world. He would not have expected any less from their host. That the halls became odder, that all logic was distorted, that the very senses seemed fooled was unnatural and disorientating, but not entirely unexpected at this point.
What did surprise him was actually finding someone. Whether someone who had been lost at first, or a fellow searcher, he wasn't sure. But he nonetheless paused and put a hand up in greeting, ducking his head down a little and calling quietly,]
Hello? Mademoiselle-?
[Perhaps she'd been the one tapping on the walls?]
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That helping would prove impossible was the most usual thing in the world. He would not have expected any less from their host. That the halls became odder, that all logic was distorted, that the very senses seemed fooled was unnatural and disorientating, but not entirely unexpected at this point.
What did surprise him was actually finding someone. Whether someone who had been lost at first, or a fellow searcher, he wasn't sure. But he nonetheless paused and put a hand up in greeting, ducking his head down a little and calling quietly,]
Hello? Mademoiselle-?
[Perhaps she'd been the one tapping on the walls?]