He is bright-eyed and high-tailed as he searches for the source, but his posture falls when he gets an eyefull. The speaker is a picture of poor health and misery, and Toric's response to these things had long ago become second-nature.
"Hello." He does not step any closer, but he lets his tail wag slowly. He doesn't know this being - or if he does, his memory has failed him again. He takes extra caution, thus, in making himself look harmless. "Are you alright? Can I help you?"
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