"Hm? Oh--yes, a bit distracted, but that's all. Just feeling thoughtful."
Phil comes back to himself with no fanfare and no fear except for the red-not-red, the chill that touches him that feels so warm. The way he went was far too familiar for there to be any shock in it, or in his return. Of course he came back. What choice does he have?
... Why is little Cassandra looking at him like that? That wasn't there before. (What?) Something's wrong. And why does looking at Professor Anders seem to burn a hole in the veil of Whitestone's warmth? He never seemed like that before. (What?)
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Phil comes back to himself with no fanfare and no fear except for the red-not-red, the chill that touches him that feels so warm. The way he went was far too familiar for there to be any shock in it, or in his return. Of course he came back. What choice does he have?
... Why is little Cassandra looking at him like that? That wasn't there before. (What?) Something's wrong. And why does looking at Professor Anders seem to burn a hole in the veil of Whitestone's warmth? He never seemed like that before. (What?)