Tis firm! ‘Tis firm as stone!

Hazel stood there completely oblivious to Artisan's facial antics. If she'd known she would have had a great deal to say about it, but alas his lack of experience with the visually impaired left her with nothing to work with. His loss. She thought she was funny. Artisan mentioned saving flirting for when he was high and a better speaker which earned a chuckle from her. "Oh is that so?" That would make him a novelty, at least in her experience. "I'll be the judge of that."

She moved to his side when it sounded as though he was about to start looking. Hazel let her nose be her guide. Using the last place she'd heard his voice from she stepped gingerly forward until her nose bumped into what she thought was his shoulder. It sure felt like a shoulder and it didn't smell like an ass so she thought she was in the right direction when she oriented herself to be parallel to him. Maybe touching him was taking too many liberties but it had been her experience that she could get away with such things by virtue of her disability. Few wolves questioned it and if there was no harm, why not go in for a feel every once in awhile? He felt nice. Smelled nice too.

As for how she got around without him, well, funny story. Since losing her sight her familiar had stepped up and been her eyes for most things. It hadn't quite been the same, of course, but it was better than nothing. And of course he was dead now which was why she needed Artisan's help in the first place. So...maybe not a funny story, then. Since the question seemed flirty Hazel opted not to bring it down by mentioning her dead companion. "Do you really think," she asked wryly as she bumped into his side for what had to be the tenth time. "That you're my first handsome, helpful stranger?" Hazel paused to let him chew on that before continuing, "I will say there is usually a lot of falling involved sans handsome stranger."

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