Headpats for Sasha from Alina
For a moment, Faust tenses, lifting his head upwards to greet her with slightly widened eyes. He isn't quite sure what to say, nor how to react, and a small segment in the back of his mind wants to escape from the comparatively unfamiliar sensation.
But, there's not really a reason for him to do so, is there…?
Alina is nice. Nice to him, nice to Eno, and all the other infected. She teaches him things he never thought he'd have to privilege to learn, and when he falls behind the other students, she never looks at him with eyes full of contempt. Who could blame him for finding comfort in the gentle energy she carries -- and the desire to finally have a familial figure he can rely on?
Muttering a thank you would be too weird, and he definitely isn't the type to just lean into her hand or something in response. Even if it's an action with no special meaning behind it, Faust's stomach still tightens, the boy wanting to know if everything's okay …
His shoulders relax, though the slightest bit of caution lines his voice. "Did… Something happen?"