[Strange, indeed. Ardyn almost wants to say that he knows the feeling, but he's not sure that would be truth or otherwise. It's certain that he's felt a bit... well, restless these days, for no real reason. As if there's something nagging just under the skin, and he can't pin down exactly what it is.
Maybe this was similar. Or maybe her apprehension was of a different kind. He wonders. He ventures-]
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Maybe this was similar. Or maybe her apprehension was of a different kind. He wonders. He ventures-]
Do you, by any chance, have odd dreams?