[ She did look. It was leisurely, casual, as to not draw any attention. But she does look. She cannot find Hayame, of course, her timing is off, her search ineffective, but it's late when she turned in.
There is an unsettling sense of... Wrongness.
She does not know what, but she feels it low in her gut. That something is Wrong.
At night, she senses it, when it happens. She's still reaching out, with her mind, looking for —
Ah.
There she is, and Akua swallowed, before she tentatively reached out, the sensation of a gentle knocking at her mental door. ]
Hayame, I heard your cries —
[ She does not ask if she is okay. But nor does she want to leave her. ]
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There is an unsettling sense of... Wrongness.
She does not know what, but she feels it low in her gut. That something is Wrong.
At night, she senses it, when it happens. She's still reaching out, with her mind, looking for —
Ah.
There she is, and Akua swallowed, before she tentatively reached out, the sensation of a gentle knocking at her mental door. ]
Hayame, I heard your cries —
[ She does not ask if she is okay. But nor does she want to leave her. ]