Ah. [Syrlya's expression curls in distaste. It's based on presumption but he only needs Adelis' clear discomfort to decide his feelings on the matter. This was an unwanted, persistent presence. An infection of company.
His gaze flickers to the dripping blood. He resists the urge to wipe Adelis' face.] How rotten. Was he looking for you in the waking world?
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His gaze flickers to the dripping blood. He resists the urge to wipe Adelis' face.] How rotten. Was he looking for you in the waking world?