[ The courtyard is back in place, too, shimmering with heat through a small window. Flynn's toe hits the edge of one of the stairs, wider than he's used to again, and he stumbles, tightens his grip on Yuri to stay up.
Something about the change nags at him. He can't quite put his finger on why, too focused on Yuri and the blood and the sun. His questions can wait until the itch of drying blood isn't driving him slowly crazy. ]
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[ The courtyard is back in place, too, shimmering with heat through a small window. Flynn's toe hits the edge of one of the stairs, wider than he's used to again, and he stumbles, tightens his grip on Yuri to stay up.
Something about the change nags at him. He can't quite put his finger on why, too focused on Yuri and the blood and the sun. His questions can wait until the itch of drying blood isn't driving him slowly crazy. ]