[The feeling of fingers clenched into the fabric of his clothing is barely registered, and it’s Arenvald’s question that slingshots his mind truly back to the present.]
...Yes. [How many more times will this happen, until they’re beyond the Storm’s reach?]
I felt it again. [-he says, just barely audible. So much that it’s not really directed at his friend.]
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...Yes. [How many more times will this happen, until they’re beyond the Storm’s reach?]
I felt it again. [-he says, just barely audible. So much that it’s not really directed at his friend.]