The Balladeer opens his mouth to answer, then closes it, looking a little uneasy under Greta's scrutiny. It seems to be throwing him off more than literally standing on a scaffold was when she showed up - he's used to that. People showing concern is something else. He knows it isn't normal, what he does, but it's normal for him. He's fine.
"...yes? I mean..." For a moment, he casts about for something else he does. "...pretty much."
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The Balladeer opens his mouth to answer, then closes it, looking a little uneasy under Greta's scrutiny. It seems to be throwing him off more than literally standing on a scaffold was when she showed up - he's used to that. People showing concern is something else. He knows it isn't normal, what he does, but it's normal for him. He's fine.
"...yes? I mean..." For a moment, he casts about for something else he does. "...pretty much."