[ Noct's comment gets Adra out of his own head, at least. He frowns as he keeps adjusting the robe, pulling on a layer here and there so as to make sure Noct doesn't get tangled up again. Once he's got everything even, he pulls down. ]
There's the collar --
[ He grabs hold of it, bunching it up his hands, making a clear and easy gateway for Noct's head. ]
-- and what do you mean? If you don't mind sharing.
[ He suspects that the answer will not, in fact, make him feel any better. Probably the opposite. ]
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There's the collar --
[ He grabs hold of it, bunching it up his hands, making a clear and easy gateway for Noct's head. ]
-- and what do you mean? If you don't mind sharing.
[ He suspects that the answer will not, in fact, make him feel any better. Probably the opposite. ]