The Infinite Nebula Star

Chrysth kept the younger girl close, flexing his hands beneath his white robes, moving slowly and purposefully, the many earrings in his ears jangling softly in the stoic silence between them. He knew he should have brought his staff, now he had two people to beat over the head with it, not just Zalla this time, he could usually count on his other third to keep a good head on her shoulders, but this! He closed his eyes, pausing for a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose, he felt a headache coming on, not just from Zalla, surprisingly enough, he hadn't been getting nearly enough sleep recently, the nightmares were returning and kept his emotions (what few he had) on edge and made him come dangerously close to loosing his mask of emotionlessness.

"Chrysth?" Zalla had moved closer and laid a hand on his arm.

He yanked away from her hand, "Don't touch me, or have you, in your ignorance, forgotten that I dislike being touched?" His voice was blank, but sharp and made her back away from him as he stared at her with empty eyes.

"I... I'm sorry. I thought you..." She looked away.

"Do yourself a favour, and don't. At least not around me. Remember who your elders are." He turned away and began walking again, his footsteps clipped and quick, making her struggle to keep up.