[Head down and Quentin is doing his level best to ignore the simmering, nauseating fear churning in his stomach. There are whispers from the fire, from the trees and hands trying to pull the book out of his grasp. Not people, just hands and he answers without even looking up at first. Just a carefully neutral nod as fingers brush over his ear.]
Sometimes. I think maybe--
[And he snaps his mouth shut, looking up and seeing the blue fire flashing underneath the man's skin, shimmering just under the surface for an instant before a hand snakes out of the dark to brush the man's hair out of his face. Quentin swallows hard, fear leaving his mouth dry.]
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Sometimes. I think maybe--
[And he snaps his mouth shut, looking up and seeing the blue fire flashing underneath the man's skin, shimmering just under the surface for an instant before a hand snakes out of the dark to brush the man's hair out of his face. Quentin swallows hard, fear leaving his mouth dry.]
Yeah. Sometimes. You, too?