Victor near jumped out of his skin when he felt something touch him. He squeaked in surprise "Sophia, that..that is you right'" please say its her, otherwise it could be anything.<br/><br/>He just never really experienced contact much, it does not help that his 'luck' doesn't extend to him. He has no idea what he even looks like, really, so even though she was still apparent to him, the second her hand took hold of his it vanished from his sight.<br/><br/>The long road they traveled was nothing but grey, some plants here or there were a bit more visible to him, because even he would have a problem missing the towering yet still grey form of an oak. He did manage to trip over a good few roots, though before they made it to the house. It was odd, Victor decided, not to have the tall, dark grey shapes of buildings everywhere as in Artoria, so the small cottage was a welcome 'sight'. "I'm Victor, by the way!"