[ He doesn't notice her turmoil at first, too absorbed in the peculiarities of the whys and hows of this curse. To take the knowledge of something as basic as opening a door and doing away with it... It's relatively harmless now, but the fact that there's a power capable of doing such a thing unnerves him. How far does that power extend and what else can be taken from them without a moment's notice?

And then he's brought back to the situation at hand, blinking clarity to his eyes when he spots her shaking hands, and he finds himself confused. He'd considered the possibilities of this being a prank at the start, but seeing what he sees now, what reason would there be for this to be a lie? ]

I don't think you're lying, Ruby. You don't have to be sorry.

[ There's no seizing of anyone's hair, and when Dokja does lift a hand, it's to reach for the doorknob, turning it slowly for her to see. ]

Like this. And if you can't do this either, we'll leave the doors open for you.