It's a delicate thing, breaking her out those glimpses of the past. Säde's hand on her shoulder has words blurting from her lips in that tongue she only half-remembers, "\You need to run--/"
But then there's a strangled sort of gasp as settles properly back into reality, a hand moving to catch at her friend's to try to properly readjust.
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But then there's a strangled sort of gasp as settles properly back into reality, a hand moving to catch at her friend's to try to properly readjust.
"--Säde."