Richard shrugs, and though his body is indistinct but for the lines the gesture is clear. "You were scared. I--"

A whisper interrupts him, almost identical to his own voice save for the accent; crisper and a little more airy, with certain consonants soft or oddly Germanic. The words themselves are indistinct, but the set of Richard's head tilts as though he can hear them perfectly. As he listens, his body takes shape beyond the shadow of himself, but what forms is more androgynous, with long dark hair and the familiar tattoos faded.

His voice remains unchanged, as do his eyes. "We're as much creatures of mind than nature's blood. You're not; Y'couldn't see or hear, so I made a place you could. Same as an illusion, only easier."