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Liem Talbott

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Liem's mindscape is dark; quiet; contemplative. Any feelings or sensations that Liem doesn't intentionally project himself seem distant, as though echoing from a far-off room. Following any given sense to its source is bafflingly difficult.

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[For a moment, Hayame can't really take in anything about Liem. She's taking in more... of what isn't Liem. A second ago, she had been able to smell the scent of the product he used to wash his body, the sort of candles he liked to burn in his home, the last tea he had prepared, the intrinsic scent of it all combined that was vaguely different for every person, that was "Liem" to her, and now it's...

It's like someone had stuffed her nose with cotton. Her vision seems slightly different, in a way she cannot identify. His voice feels so quiet and dull in her new ears. Her chest feels too small, too tight, and though she's trying to breathe it feels like her ribs aren't expanding enough, her hearts (heart?) aren't beating powerfully enough, and-]

It...

[Finally, she realizes that Liem is... blushing? She has seen this man in many a circumstance, perhaps some that others have not, but had she ever...

Had... Had the ring changed her? Had it somehow made her so devastatingly gorgeous that a grown man would flush to simply behold her??? Confused, she looks around for some sort of reflective surface, recalling vaguely that Liem had a mirror in his entranceway, but in the process she sees... What's her pelt wrap doing on the floor? Are those muscular dun (tan?) legs really her legs? They're so bare seeming, except for the thatch of dark hair between, and that-

That-

It wasn't behind her anymore it was down and-]

Ah...