[As the world shifts and distorts, Joshua finds himself inexplicably dragged along in Martel's dream, the scenes changing with disorienting speed. He tries to make sense of the surreal surroundings, his confusion evident in the furrow of his brow and the way his gaze darts around in a desperate attempt to grasp the twist in reality. His expression darkens further when he feels an echo of the sharp pain that Martel experienced in his own abdomen.]
[Still, he somehow manages to keep a sense of composure. He's grown used to the haphazard nature of crossing into others' dreams. This one, though, fills him with a sense of dread different than any he'd previously traversed.]
[Slowly, careful and gentle with his words, Joshua kneels next to this unfamiliar woman. He doesn't place even a finger on her, but he's close enough to grab onto if she needs help rising.]
My Lady, are you hurt?
[He may not know her, but (and perhaps 'so') he'll keep up propriety to its utmost. Maybe it will provide some sense of stability to this chaos.]
[The crystal encroaching on her finger doesn't escape his attention, but they have time to speak about it later. Her safety is more important.]
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[Still, he somehow manages to keep a sense of composure. He's grown used to the haphazard nature of crossing into others' dreams. This one, though, fills him with a sense of dread different than any he'd previously traversed.]
[Slowly, careful and gentle with his words, Joshua kneels next to this unfamiliar woman. He doesn't place even a finger on her, but he's close enough to grab onto if she needs help rising.]
My Lady, are you hurt?
[He may not know her, but (and perhaps 'so') he'll keep up propriety to its utmost. Maybe it will provide some sense of stability to this chaos.]
[The crystal encroaching on her finger doesn't escape his attention, but they have time to speak about it later. Her safety is more important.]