[ how is it possible that the touch on his cheek is both Helping and not Helping. ish takes a breath and sighs, leaning into the touch and not away even if his expression is more than a little bit huffy. ]

You're just—I don't have the words for it. [ this is embarrassing, he wants to die. ]

Beautiful beyond words. It's been a really long time since I felt like this, if I've ever really felt like this at all. I was born with the ability to understand every language and even then...

You're the pretty one, not me. [ this is a mess of words just to say he is overwhelmed even if it's not in a way he considers bad, it's a lot. contrary to all of this, he holds hwylryn closer, his own confusion and pulse be damned; he smiles, just a bit wry.

he who has the ability to understand hearts like a book might be struggling to read his own, but he'll get there. ]