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[ Phantom sighs once the door is closed firmly behind the both of them. The room is plainly furnished, perhaps suggesting a practical personality. Now that they are alone, he relaxes noticeably, and the dark presence within unwinds to form a murky fog pooling at his feet. Smoky veins of nightmare crisscross around his form, the darkness clinging to him and moving inward rather than expelling nightmare into his surroundings. ]

I am able to suppress it somewhat, but it becomes rather taxing over time. [ He elaborates, wondering if Eustace can notice it. Not all the people here are able to perceive his shadow. ]