living skyward

Sans-Serif still almost doesn't notice her approach. He's found a cupcake that is turning out to be impossibly delicious. But he was still created for combat, and even in a dream he can't entirely escape those senses. So he lifts his head and sees her there but she's...not a hostile image. She's just very tall, like the scientists are.

So he stares fixedly at her as she approaches, though he doesn't stop eating until the cupcake is gone. He probably couldn't have stopped eating even if he'd thought to. For a being that has lived its entire short life on pasty nutritional supplements, he's amazed that he can even dream up flavors like this.

When she speaks, he looks left, then right, clearly seeking who she's actually talking to because she can't be talking to him. People talk to him, of course. They just don't expect him to talk back.

Then he looks back up at Tauriel and...no, she's still looking at him. And now he can't help but notice that she has very large ears and so he can't help but stare at those now, too.

"okay." Helpfully, Sans-Serif adds: "you don't have to ask."