[ That sound sends shivers up her spine, prickling down her skin. The wrongness of it isn't something she knows, but she doesn't need to. The reaction is visceral and instinctual. ]
Waltaquin. I need you to stay with me. Is this... from your magic, or from the memories?
[ Or both. She could see that spiraling into each other, the effects Waltaquin had dismissed and whatever thing she'd seen that she can't seem to contain. ]
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Waltaquin. I need you to stay with me. Is this... from your magic, or from the memories?
[ Or both. She could see that spiraling into each other, the effects Waltaquin had dismissed and whatever thing she'd seen that she can't seem to contain. ]