[He's a bit surprised at the sudden verbal words. Most of them have been using their mental links to communicate so far. The abruptness of it, too, is jarring, though he keeps it locked down behind mental walls. Shields made of stars and swirling nebulae.]
[Besides... witches conjures memory. Things he wants to keep buried while they're here. Dark figures in hoods, dark hands reaching and -- no.]
[Calm is forced, but his hand extends across the table. Covered like the other, so there's no giveaway gleam of metal, this time.]
iii.
[He's a bit surprised at the sudden verbal words. Most of them have been using their mental links to communicate so far. The abruptness of it, too, is jarring, though he keeps it locked down behind mental walls. Shields made of stars and swirling nebulae.]
[Besides... witches conjures memory. Things he wants to keep buried while they're here. Dark figures in hoods, dark hands reaching and -- no.]
[Calm is forced, but his hand extends across the table. Covered like the other, so there's no giveaway gleam of metal, this time.]
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