[ Adra's not at Murphy's table, but he isn't far away--and besides, the energy this kid's sending out is like some kind of dark beacon, thrumming hot and angry in the back of his mind. A flash of his own irritation bubbles up in the back of his throat--are these people trying to get us killed--but he stifles it. Controls it.
He waits a few moments, out of propriety, and then delicately rises from his seat. He does his best to glide away from the crowd, appearing as serene as a spring morning, and he keeps that up until he's within striking distance of his wayward Nest-mate. ]
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He waits a few moments, out of propriety, and then delicately rises from his seat. He does his best to glide away from the crowd, appearing as serene as a spring morning, and he keeps that up until he's within striking distance of his wayward Nest-mate. ]
( I don't suppose you want to talk about it. )