[ She explains as he had gestured, willingly, but her discomfort remains apparent.
Silence follows her reply, somber and still.
Somnus’ hand returns to the top of his blade, his stance neutral as before. Yet, somehow, the iron hollowness in his tone is not as deep, as if it is partially filled some other emotion: sympathy, perhaps, for the death of someone so young. ]
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Silence follows her reply, somber and still.
Somnus’ hand returns to the top of his blade, his stance neutral as before. Yet, somehow, the iron hollowness in his tone is not as deep, as if it is partially filled some other emotion: sympathy, perhaps, for the death of someone so young. ]
May your soul find repose, O Child.