[It's true. Something about hearing a voice it's been so long since he's heard, something about hearing his baby sister sounding distressed is enough to drag him fully into the sway of whatever spell or effect the door is emanating.
He feels that tightened grip and looks back to her, eyes wide.] But my sister...
[Quentin is ready to start arguing, that Penthea needs him. But. No. That's not...]
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He feels that tightened grip and looks back to her, eyes wide.] But my sister...
[Quentin is ready to start arguing, that Penthea needs him. But. No. That's not...]
Right. You're right.