[ It's a more complicated question than she realizes. No images of faith bubble up in response; no sense of religious chastity or a need for purity. This problem has never come from the Light. Instead, there's simply a sense of unease, of buried threat, and the echo of a rough, garbled voice. Adra's doing his level best to control the connection between them right now. He grits his teeth as he drapes the cloak over her shoulders, as he pins it closed at the throat. ]
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