[He goes quiet, a pained expression crossing his face. He doesn't agree with Ilya, wants to reach out and try to convince him otherwise somehow, but he doesn't know what words he could offer that could change anything.
Instead Asra sits up and cards his fingers through his hair, reaching out to coax Faust out of his bag and stroking his fingers against her scales gently.]
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Instead Asra sits up and cards his fingers through his hair, reaching out to coax Faust out of his bag and stroking his fingers against her scales gently.]
...do either of us?