Shosoki? Hmmm. Well, this isn't Esteban's secret to prod, and he lingers for a few moments before trailing his hand where the young boy had been, only now realizing he might have wanted to ask if there was any other side effect to the invisibility. Maybe Romeo has a better understanding of where they both are relative to each other than he does at the very least.
"Alright; steppin' in now," the half-elf manages, taking a deep breath in, and gently, quickly parting the canvas, creeping quickly into the tent.
Boxes cover the majority of it, supplies for the most part; food and water for everyone in the camp, some of the larger, clunkier materials, such as spare folded tents still not in use. Their stacked shadows dominate the area, and Esteban gives a quick glance around before teasing the flap of canvas open again, not entirely sure where Romeo had gone anymore.
"Nothin' suspicious t' you?" He asks delicately, his voice barely squeezing past his sore throat and into hearing range at all. Esteban swallows thickly again, finding it more than a bit of a bother by this point, but not wanting to waste time taking care of it quite yet.
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"Alright; steppin' in now," the half-elf manages, taking a deep breath in, and gently, quickly parting the canvas, creeping quickly into the tent.
Boxes cover the majority of it, supplies for the most part; food and water for everyone in the camp, some of the larger, clunkier materials, such as spare folded tents still not in use. Their stacked shadows dominate the area, and Esteban gives a quick glance around before teasing the flap of canvas open again, not entirely sure where Romeo had gone anymore.
"Nothin' suspicious t' you?" He asks delicately, his voice barely squeezing past his sore throat and into hearing range at all. Esteban swallows thickly again, finding it more than a bit of a bother by this point, but not wanting to waste time taking care of it quite yet.