What? [Syrlya squirms to try and look down at himself. Is he dreaming he's Trahearne? Is this coming from that kiss? What the hell was wrong with what he ate last night.]
H-hold on. [He tries to take another step back anyway because this feeling in response to his own face is weird. Even if he's not Trahearne right now.] Whatever this is, I don't want it.
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H-hold on. [He tries to take another step back anyway because this feeling in response to his own face is weird. Even if he's not Trahearne right now.] Whatever this is, I don't want it.