[ Flynn echoes her thoughts in a half-whisper, sharing a concerned glance as the boy comes tumbling forward, his face set in a determined yell, a tiny sword held tight in his hand. He smashes into a target that isn't there and bounces off it with a yelp, stumbling backwards. Flynn's already moving to try and help him up, except—
his hand goes right through the little ghostly form.
He blinks.
The boy whimpers quietly, sniffs, and moves to pick himself up without any help at all. Flynn twists from his half-crouch to look at Estelle. ]
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[ Flynn echoes her thoughts in a half-whisper, sharing a concerned glance as the boy comes tumbling forward, his face set in a determined yell, a tiny sword held tight in his hand. He smashes into a target that isn't there and bounces off it with a yelp, stumbling backwards. Flynn's already moving to try and help him up, except—
his hand goes right through the little ghostly form.
He blinks.
The boy whimpers quietly, sniffs, and moves to pick himself up without any help at all. Flynn twists from his half-crouch to look at Estelle. ]
...another illusion.