[ Lauralae does not move, not at first, to allow him time to adjust and find comfort. Only then does she lean back to settle on her knees, to tilt her head up and watch him. There's an eerie, expressionlessness to her that settles into a twitch of her brow, a curiosity.
He seemed so surprised, she thinks. Was it surprise? Is his change not the same as her own? ]
I wished to talk to you. I can turn back, if you wish, or become something else.
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He seemed so surprised, she thinks. Was it surprise? Is his change not the same as her own? ]
I wished to talk to you. I can turn back, if you wish, or become something else.