But there isn't any response. Not from Jon nor Jonah nor any other iteration Martin's seen. Just a distant rumbling of thunder around and above. But his eyes feel dry, irritated up here with more of the wind. He tucks his head down, one hand holding onto the roofing, the other keeping the rat with him as sheltered as he can manage up here, even as he sees the green glow of his own eyes on its fur.]
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But there isn't any response. Not from Jon nor Jonah nor any other iteration Martin's seen. Just a distant rumbling of thunder around and above. But his eyes feel dry, irritated up here with more of the wind. He tucks his head down, one hand holding onto the roofing, the other keeping the rat with him as sheltered as he can manage up here, even as he sees the green glow of his own eyes on its fur.]
Look- I-i dunno if he can hear you up here.