[ fifteen minutes, he says. and yet, the fifteen-minute mark passes, and lumine has not returned and tracked snow all over anatoli's floors. aether glances at his watch, drinking from his fifthโor is it sixth?โcup of hot chocolate, before his gaze flickers outside the window.
fifteen minutes? are you sure?
his sister can probably handle whatever's thrown her way, though he is a little worried, especially after the incident in fontaine. he's pretty sure she was badly shaken at the time when she'd returned home with that wound on her neck.
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fifteen minutes? are you sure?
his sister can probably handle whatever's thrown her way, though he is a little worried, especially after the incident in fontaine. he's pretty sure she was badly shaken at the time when she'd returned home with that wound on her neck.
did you see her carrying her vision today? ]