[The night that Liem spends after being shut out of Hayame’s mind could not rightly be called restful. Even if her manner no-longer felt panicked, even if her desire for privacy had seemed a matter of pride more than anything else… something had still happened to her. She’d let out that surge of communion for a reason, compelled by pain and fear he doesn’t have the context to fully understand. All he knows is that she was suffering, and now, she wants to pretend that she wasn’t.
He has only a few restless hours of sleep behind him the next morning, when he once more feels her presence touch, hesitant, upon his mind. Even if she might hope otherwise, Liem is already awake, and alert enough to notice the contact immediately. He opens up to her with deliberation, as if trying not to startle her away.]
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He has only a few restless hours of sleep behind him the next morning, when he once more feels her presence touch, hesitant, upon his mind. Even if she might hope otherwise, Liem is already awake, and alert enough to notice the contact immediately. He opens up to her with deliberation, as if trying not to startle her away.]
Hayame.