[ Gratitude isn't even simply important for him in this moment β it's vital. A service deserves a reward, but the rules are different for him now. He doesn't quite understand how they work anymore, has only just begun to understand, to remember, the vaguest outline of how he's supposed to work. Paimon is still so very lost.
But he knows he must offer her something. Her, especially, someone born of magic. The gratitude that seeps from him is intense, more than it probably should be; Paimon doesn't know how to control it. What he feels and the ways he's limited β dulled down under layers of Peter and the effects of this place β is conveyed the only way it can be: through his emotions. The ones being in the right human body lets him feel, but the ones he doesn't know how to work very well.
He feels the waves of her discomfort when Ellen is mentioned; he remembers Luna's fear. Not of her, but of somethingβ else. Perhaps something like her. Paimon had observed this very keenly.
Still, she's trying to reassure him (or so he assumes), is conveying that she will help him again if needed. And divulging to him directly this time, that she is a witch. And he can clarify for her now that he was present the whole time β that they've been connected. Paimon is almost taken aback by all of these things combined, almost seeming frightened β but only because it overwhelms him, very briefly. He flutters, bird wings vibrating quickly, a rippling throat: gives a soft gag-sound, staggering against himself. Through all of this, though, is a sense of excitement, something that makes him return very quickly from where he'd briefly stumbled backwards. He moves forwards again, to the forefront of wherever he is β Peter's mind, Peter's body, the space they both occupy.
He fills it, more now than usual. Temporarily, but it makes him excitable. He feelsβ stronger. He feels himself pressing against Peter's mind β pressing into hers. ]
Yes. I am here. Whole of time.
[ He was there the "whole time"; he saw everything. He sees now, too, and repeats the word she uses, a soft, slightly wet, breathy sound. What he's telling her is important too. That he'sβ here. Always here. That he sees her when Peter does. ]
Aware. Whole of time.
[ He likes that he's using a new word, one she's given him. Aware. A ripple of some sort of pleasure moves through him, like amusement but not quite that β the essence of how a smile feels, maybe. ]
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But he knows he must offer her something. Her, especially, someone born of magic. The gratitude that seeps from him is intense, more than it probably should be; Paimon doesn't know how to control it. What he feels and the ways he's limited β dulled down under layers of Peter and the effects of this place β is conveyed the only way it can be: through his emotions. The ones being in the right human body lets him feel, but the ones he doesn't know how to work very well.
He feels the waves of her discomfort when Ellen is mentioned; he remembers Luna's fear. Not of her, but of somethingβ else. Perhaps something like her. Paimon had observed this very keenly.
Still, she's trying to reassure him (or so he assumes), is conveying that she will help him again if needed. And divulging to him directly this time, that she is a witch. And he can clarify for her now that he was present the whole time β that they've been connected. Paimon is almost taken aback by all of these things combined, almost seeming frightened β but only because it overwhelms him, very briefly. He flutters, bird wings vibrating quickly, a rippling throat: gives a soft gag-sound, staggering against himself. Through all of this, though, is a sense of excitement, something that makes him return very quickly from where he'd briefly stumbled backwards. He moves forwards again, to the forefront of wherever he is β Peter's mind, Peter's body, the space they both occupy.
He fills it, more now than usual. Temporarily, but it makes him excitable. He feelsβ stronger. He feels himself pressing against Peter's mind β pressing into hers. ]
Yes. I am here. Whole of time.
[ He was there the "whole time"; he saw everything. He sees now, too, and repeats the word she uses, a soft, slightly wet, breathy sound. What he's telling her is important too. That he'sβ here. Always here. That he sees her when Peter does. ]
Aware. Whole of time.
[ He likes that he's using a new word, one she's given him. Aware. A ripple of some sort of pleasure moves through him, like amusement but not quite that β the essence of how a smile feels, maybe. ]