[It's not often that Kainé finds herself at a loss, feeling helpless in a situation— she decides that dreams and dreamscapes suck, definitively; there's nothing she can do for Ferran but angrily demand answers that aren't really hers to ask for. If she were to follow her usual impulses and lay into this guy, there's no telling how that might effect Ferran himself, and she'd rather not take the risk of doing more damage than may already be done by dredging all of this up.
She stares at Onyx for another moment or two, her gaze hardened, before she walks right past him and bends down on one knee beside where Ferran is sprawled, gently shaking his shoulder.]
Hey— hey, kid.
[He's not really any younger than she is, or not by enough to matter, but she hasn't been able to drop the nickname.]
Look— you gotta wake up.
[Clearly, he has some shit he needs to talk about.]
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She stares at Onyx for another moment or two, her gaze hardened, before she walks right past him and bends down on one knee beside where Ferran is sprawled, gently shaking his shoulder.]
Hey— hey, kid.
[He's not really any younger than she is, or not by enough to matter, but she hasn't been able to drop the nickname.]
Look— you gotta wake up.
[Clearly, he has some shit he needs to talk about.]