[ Ah, good. The sylvari gives his sign of relief and affirmation with a little squeeze of his hand.
When Zhongli looks elsewhere, Trahearne manages to tear his own eyes away from him. The colors shift, and begin to settle, but it's all still strange and alien. ]
It seems so. We should remain on guard. [ His hand drops to grip Zhongli's, and he pulls him closer, even if they're already close. ] And stay close to me. I don't want to lose you.
[ The air suddenly shifts, however, and the humid scent of brine fills the atmosphere around them. Trahearne visibly scrunches his nose—not something he's done often—as though suddenly and viscerally offended by the scent.
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When Zhongli looks elsewhere, Trahearne manages to tear his own eyes away from him. The colors shift, and begin to settle, but it's all still strange and alien. ]
It seems so. We should remain on guard. [ His hand drops to grip Zhongli's, and he pulls him closer, even if they're already close. ] And stay close to me. I don't want to lose you.
[ The air suddenly shifts, however, and the humid scent of brine fills the atmosphere around them. Trahearne visibly scrunches his nose—not something he's done often—as though suddenly and viscerally offended by the scent.
It's familiar... ]