[The origin of the shades isn't that difficult to find, as Nelius wasn't particularly alarmed, and their retreat hadn't been too quick. She was still more concerned with finding Reian. When the stranger appears, Nelius regards her curiously, the shades winding their way around their creator's wrists. They have a slight sentience of their own.
She nods her head once, her eyes wide and thoughtful. She isn't used to speaking out loud frequently.]
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She nods her head once, her eyes wide and thoughtful. She isn't used to speaking out loud frequently.]