[Somnus gives Quentin a sidelong glance. Yes, he wants it back. The sleeve pulled over the proffered hand is telling, but Somnus takes the opal into his own and relives the memory without further ado.
Ah, that explains the reluctance. With the flick of his wrist, he dismisses the opal to an extradimensional space. His own expression betrays little, if any, of his thoughts.]
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Ah, that explains the reluctance. With the flick of his wrist, he dismisses the opal to an extradimensional space. His own expression betrays little, if any, of his thoughts.]
You have my thanks.