(There was another circle by the body. Scorched in the ground, identical.)
[ Rust's in some far corner of the too-crowded room, eyes on Casiria, awareness extending outward. The report's just that: brief, stripped of emotion save some lingering guilt and fear. An earthquake mellowed to a quiver.
Dryly: ] (But let's not get ahead of ourselves.) [ His attention narrows to Lexa. ] (What makes you say that? About the aunt.)
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[ Rust's in some far corner of the too-crowded room, eyes on Casiria, awareness extending outward. The report's just that: brief, stripped of emotion save some lingering guilt and fear. An earthquake mellowed to a quiver.
Dryly: ] ( But let's not get ahead of ourselves. ) [ His attention narrows to Lexa. ] ( What makes you say that? About the aunt. )