Oh. Noctis blinks, distracted from the question by awakening sensation, the blossom of sensation and warmth, a brief reprieve from the relentless cold.
It's as if something stronger than flame is warming him from inside, and his breath catches. A flicker of hope, perhaps -- or it might just be wishful thinking. ]
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Oh. Noctis blinks, distracted from the question by awakening sensation, the blossom of sensation and warmth, a brief reprieve from the relentless cold.
It's as if something stronger than flame is warming him from inside, and his breath catches. A flicker of hope, perhaps -- or it might just be wishful thinking. ]
That -- do that again.