[she straightens a bit more, folding her hands in front of her. Diluc is etched to memory - a growing list that provides comfort only in its potential length. before she can offer her own name, he's put a decision before her, giving her cause to open and close her mouth wordlessly and without answer.
she's quiet for a beat, looking to the directions he'd motioned.]
You...said the exit...[she looks back at him, squinting.] disappeared? Is that right?
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she's quiet for a beat, looking to the directions he'd motioned.]
You...said the exit...[she looks back at him, squinting.] disappeared? Is that right?