[ That's as worrying as his voice, honestly. Drake is quiet for a long moment, then breathes out and gets up from bed. Ephemera doesn't look hurt, but there's something in his good eye that's haunted and suffering.
He comes over slowly, like he doesn't want to startle Ephemera away, and reaches up to wipe a smudge of paint off his cheek. ]
I think I should be asking you that. What's wrong?
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He comes over slowly, like he doesn't want to startle Ephemera away, and reaches up to wipe a smudge of paint off his cheek. ]
I think I should be asking you that. What's wrong?