Someone was already there. Elidibus hadn't been aware as he would usually be and perhaps Lioriley doesn't hear the catch of his breath at the realization but she might notice a brief tension in the figure that's laying on his side, back facing her at first.
His gaze would be dangerous. There are threats on this train, one which would fall on him as though he were prey if the opportunity presented itself or the timing was right. He must fight. He should... shouldn't he? The footsteps seem light as the figure approaches. Not the heavy steps he'd expect from a certain tall Garlean, nor someone digging in for a sudden burst of speed that heralds an attack. Light and quick but not silent. Elidibus hears the woman speak and closes his eyes. There may... be some relief.
Someone who seems inclined to offer help instead of ridicule or take advantage of his weakness. At least that seems to be most likely. The Ascian has a faint smile at what he sees as an irony though.
"What a curious question to ask someone who met their journey's end." As exhausted as he sounds, there appears to be something very like humor. Probably not exactly. There's too much boiling under his skin currently. Or rather too little. He's utterly exhausted.
At the touch of the Lunari's hand, Elidibus doesn't flinch away. Rather he starts to force himself to try and rise up by getting his vessel's arms braced somewhat beneath him and trying to push. This is meeting with mixed results but it's clear he's determined to show he still has the strength to rise.
Or at least the willingness to get to his feet and continue on. "...Pray help me to my feet. I would not lie on the ground as if I were defeated."
Whether he's going to be capable of keeping his feet under him is also in question. But when he turns his head to look at the woman, there's a deep well of determination that requests compliance. Elidibus isn't one to give up.
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His gaze would be dangerous. There are threats on this train, one which would fall on him as though he were prey if the opportunity presented itself or the timing was right. He must fight. He should... shouldn't he? The footsteps seem light as the figure approaches. Not the heavy steps he'd expect from a certain tall Garlean, nor someone digging in for a sudden burst of speed that heralds an attack. Light and quick but not silent. Elidibus hears the woman speak and closes his eyes. There may... be some relief.
Someone who seems inclined to offer help instead of ridicule or take advantage of his weakness. At least that seems to be most likely. The Ascian has a faint smile at what he sees as an irony though.
"What a curious question to ask someone who met their journey's end." As exhausted as he sounds, there appears to be something very like humor. Probably not exactly. There's too much boiling under his skin currently. Or rather too little. He's utterly exhausted.
At the touch of the Lunari's hand, Elidibus doesn't flinch away. Rather he starts to force himself to try and rise up by getting his vessel's arms braced somewhat beneath him and trying to push. This is meeting with mixed results but it's clear he's determined to show he still has the strength to rise.
Or at least the willingness to get to his feet and continue on. "...Pray help me to my feet. I would not lie on the ground as if I were defeated."
Whether he's going to be capable of keeping his feet under him is also in question. But when he turns his head to look at the woman, there's a deep well of determination that requests compliance. Elidibus isn't one to give up.