Y...yeah, [She replies, though to what, it is unclear. The others leave, while Reira's daemon just briefly flits through an infant otter itself, before switching instead to a few 'baby dragons' of familiar sort and into yet other, entirely different things. They all have perhaps thirty seconds apart, but...
Reira swallows at Koemi.] ...why are you worried..? [Nervousness feels close to that. It's her best word for the 'feeling' itself.]
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Reira swallows at Koemi.] ...why are you worried..? [Nervousness feels close to that. It's her best word for the 'feeling' itself.]