[Normally prompt with answering - especially given the proximity alarm his door is equipped with - Thrawn does not answer in his usual speediness.
When he does, it's only because the proximity alert needed to chime twice to shake him from his thoughts. He rises, walking to the door on autopilot, and opens it to his warden.
His eyes are dull and muted, face wan and a paler blue than usual. There is a thinness in his frame where his clothing doesn't quite fit. Whatever sharp intelligence is quieted now, in place of a more anesthetized version. He doesn't move to admit Florian inside, speaking to him from the doorway]
I will not be of much use in a conversation at this time.
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When he does, it's only because the proximity alert needed to chime twice to shake him from his thoughts. He rises, walking to the door on autopilot, and opens it to his warden.
His eyes are dull and muted, face wan and a paler blue than usual. There is a thinness in his frame where his clothing doesn't quite fit. Whatever sharp intelligence is quieted now, in place of a more anesthetized version. He doesn't move to admit Florian inside, speaking to him from the doorway]
I will not be of much use in a conversation at this time.