The tree-person's attention had been on trying to make sense of the artificial parts of the scene around him at first, so he'd missed the Vulcan's approach, until he spoke up. He turned his head quickly enough to see him once he did, tensing a little on reflex... but that reaction didn't last. Judging by how quickly he relaxed again, having glanced him over and then taken a better look at his face -- and ears, though that detail might've been harder to discern, given the uniform blackness of the newcomer's eyes -- it was hard to tell if it was something about Skisan physically, or simply in his behavior and speech, that was putting him at ease... but it was.
The newcomer returned his gesture, that semi-bow, smiling faintly. "I'm...."
A pause, hesitating. The look on his face said it wasn't an issue of distrust, but a lack of knowing what to say, of having to think about it first. "...I...."
He frowned a little, looking down as he thought. Curse that lack of focus, it was right there, if only he could-- ...wait, was it right there? He thought he knew. It should've been reflexive, to answer here, to introduce himself, so why...?
Quieter, "I think... I was asleep...."
He tried to remember what he could; it was clear even to someone with zero telepathic skill that he was having difficulty doing so. But there must've been something at least half dredged back up there; as absent a move as it looked to be, perhaps even unconscious on his part, he brought a hand up to feel over part of one of the layers of his... chestplates...? There was a subtle little ridge there, a too-even hint of a change in the way the surface reflected the light... assuming that part of him was wooden, as it appeared to be... had he been injured somehow? Because if so, that was a very artificial-looking bit of evidence of it, as straight a change in shape as it was. A weapon's work, surely. Or more charitably, an accident with a blade?
"How long was I asleep?" He turned his head, asking not Skisan, but of all things, the tree beside him. A very brief pause, and then, frowning more, "Oh. ...No, that can't be right...?" He sighed, shaking his head, still confused. Whatever answer he'd gotten, he didn't look to be satisfied with it, but looked back at Skisan. "...For a long time."
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The newcomer returned his gesture, that semi-bow, smiling faintly. "I'm...."
A pause, hesitating. The look on his face said it wasn't an issue of distrust, but a lack of knowing what to say, of having to think about it first. "...I...."
He frowned a little, looking down as he thought. Curse that lack of focus, it was right there, if only he could-- ...wait, was it right there? He thought he knew. It should've been reflexive, to answer here, to introduce himself, so why...?
Quieter, "I think... I was asleep...."
He tried to remember what he could; it was clear even to someone with zero telepathic skill that he was having difficulty doing so. But there must've been something at least half dredged back up there; as absent a move as it looked to be, perhaps even unconscious on his part, he brought a hand up to feel over part of one of the layers of his... chestplates...? There was a subtle little ridge there, a too-even hint of a change in the way the surface reflected the light... assuming that part of him was wooden, as it appeared to be... had he been injured somehow? Because if so, that was a very artificial-looking bit of evidence of it, as straight a change in shape as it was. A weapon's work, surely. Or more charitably, an accident with a blade?
"How long was I asleep?" He turned his head, asking not Skisan, but of all things, the tree beside him. A very brief pause, and then, frowning more, "Oh. ...No, that can't be right...?" He sighed, shaking his head, still confused. Whatever answer he'd gotten, he didn't look to be satisfied with it, but looked back at Skisan. "...For a long time."