[Sylvain feels Felix's absence almost immediately. He looks to the man across the room. There's no effort to protest, though. He deserves the distance, upsetting Felix like this. Always plunging into danger, without a thought of his loved ones.
Loved ones elicits a twisting feeling in his chest. Abruptly, he remembers his words from only a few minutes prior, and barely suppresses the urge to cringe.
Instead, his attention shifts to Dimitri.]
Sure, but... [Sylvain worries his lip. He's always made a point not to bite them, lest they wind up cut or chapped. To hell with it hear, though, he's worried.] You seemed pretty out of it earlier, Mitya. Are you sure you will be alright alone?
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Loved ones elicits a twisting feeling in his chest. Abruptly, he remembers his words from only a few minutes prior, and barely suppresses the urge to cringe.
Instead, his attention shifts to Dimitri.]
Sure, but... [Sylvain worries his lip. He's always made a point not to bite them, lest they wind up cut or chapped. To hell with it hear, though, he's worried.] You seemed pretty out of it earlier, Mitya. Are you sure you will be alright alone?
[He looks back to Felix for help.]