{ He notices the twitch of Abby's fingers, his eyes skirting to them briefly, then back to the cat as if there might be an answer there. The uneasiness remains in the background, but it's alleviating briefly in the conversation. For now, he has to remind himself.

He has to be on alert at all times. He's just quieter about it, reclusive. If he has to adapt, he will. }

I can fix stitches. I would patch up my own dogs, did everything for them, including made their food fresh. I'm good with my hands. { Soon as he says it, the uneasy feeling grips him and the pressure in his gut increases. There's a flash, a memory he tried to bury, but it's too fresh. It's one of the last undertakings he did before he disappeared into this strange world. A cocoon. Lithuania. The man in the cage, living his days out in a punishment he was trying to understand.

What Will did to him makes his hands twitch, and for a second he thinks he can see the blood that had splattered, but then he blinks, and it's gone. He lets them fall onto his thigh, needing to calm them. He needs to find another focus, and quick. }

What do you mean that you can't call anything to you?