[Julien considers for a moment, then takes the proffered hand. His skin is silk-soft and as thin as a frog's, and his temperature is almost ten degrees warmer than normal. He's also pretty light, but part of that is that he's using Gabriel's hand more to steady himself than to be hauled up.
Then he dusts himself off, watching carefully. There's an oddly-textured pearly brightness to his eyes, but Julien does look like the sort who might wear fancy contacts.]
It's... something a friend's been teaching me. Doctor Strider, at the LSR. Ah - heniog? [Do you understand?]
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Then he dusts himself off, watching carefully. There's an oddly-textured pearly brightness to his eyes, but Julien does look like the sort who might wear fancy contacts.]
It's... something a friend's been teaching me. Doctor Strider, at the LSR. Ah - heniog? [Do you understand?]