[Good. He's got too much of his father in him to put up with stubborn resistance. What matters is he's doing the right thing, and that right thing is getting a crazy tiger-girl out of the cold, into appropriate clothes, and... like warmed up or something.
Slowly, Damian turns his head to glance around his arm at Kisa, one brow rising.]
What do you mean, it feels "strange"? What exactly do you consider strange?
[Since, really, he thought the well felt sorta off in general. He'd like to mentally jot down some specifics.]
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Slowly, Damian turns his head to glance around his arm at Kisa, one brow rising.]
What do you mean, it feels "strange"? What exactly do you consider strange?
[Since, really, he thought the well felt sorta off in general. He'd like to mentally jot down some specifics.]