[It works, at least in part - Celehar still has not entirely recovered from his shock, but he isn't looking quite so prepared to flee off into the desert and result in two lost souls to find, rather than just the one. One hand presses to the front of his black jacket, resting over his heart as he struggles for calm and rationality.
There is a moment where he wonders, wildly, if Need or one of the others warned this skeleton to be cautious of him.]
My - my apologies. [His ears are still pressed flat to the sides of his head, and his voice is shaken, even though he's making an effort.] Are you a wraith?
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There is a moment where he wonders, wildly, if Need or one of the others warned this skeleton to be cautious of him.]
My - my apologies. [His ears are still pressed flat to the sides of his head, and his voice is shaken, even though he's making an effort.] Are you a wraith?