[ sylvain hurries toward him, and tighnari can't help but smile; it's sweet of him to be concerned. but soon enough it's tighnari who's looking concerned, his brow tightening. ]
I think so. Are there open ones?
[ he notices that falter, and the way sylvain's breath catches. ]
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I think so. Are there open ones?
[ he notices that falter, and the way sylvain's breath catches. ]
We don't have to, if you're not comfortable.