It seemed like Larea was about to write a more detailed reply than the nod she gave when she started shaking. She was forced to drop her pen and pad and Zel could see tears forming in her eyes. He briefly wondered if maybe the "voices" were doing this to her. She hadn't seemed this unstable just a moment ago.<br/><br/>"Larea," Zel said, intending to ask if she was alright. He didn't get to finish the question though. The girl's strength seemed to give out, as if she could no longer hold herself up, and she fell against him. Zel took a small intake of breath from surprise, then gently placed his arms around her trembling figure. "It's okay..." he said quietly, comfortingly. His body may have been made of stone, but it was still alive, still warm. He wanted to use every ounce of that warmth to comfort her.<br/><br/>The smallest of voices said inside him that he was becoming too attached to this girl, but he immediately shoved it away.