[ Even as he explains himself to her, he can't help but glance off around them again. Watching. Wondering. Hand itching to take hold of his dagger. It could just be his imagination? Yeah, that's it, right? But he knows better than to brush off anything, especially when surrounded by so much darkness. ]
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[ Even as he explains himself to her, he can't help but glance off around them again. Watching. Wondering. Hand itching to take hold of his dagger. It could just be his imagination? Yeah, that's it, right? But he knows better than to brush off anything, especially when surrounded by so much darkness. ]