She was shaking, fuck. Trembling before his very eyes... shit. Erik had caused that, he didn't mean to. He didn't mean to upset her, he'd just... oops. And there she was, scrambling to help collect his things back into his bag. "No, 'sokay." The words come out strung together, though his voice is gravelly and cluttered in his mouth. Talking was still hard, and he could feel the burning of his throat when he did.
She... oh. The pup before him was his age, maybe younger. She'd asked him a question, and he'd uh. He'd probably be best off answering it. Erik looked to his companion for some sort of help, something to say, something that probably wouldn't get him in trouble with the girl's parents. Shit, shit, shit. Finally coming up with something to say, words arranged carefully. "'swhat mum says." Right, good enough, especially when said with a shrug. Erik didn't really know what it meant, just that she said it when she needed something to exclaim.
As he finishes gathering the last of the wayward quills and teeth and tucking them into the bag, Erik finally looks for eye contact with the girl. He'd offer a rare smile, just a little one. A grateful smile, to thank her for helping him pick up his things.
