Felih's eyes are still filled with tears, but they widen slightly as the Exarch gestures to the "horn," realizing it's not a horn at all. It's an ear.
"You're- you're Miqo'te," he breathes softly. It startles him, and he swallows hard, grounded only by the grip of P'rihnn's hand on his shoulder. It helps keep him steady, though he makes no effort to stand back up just yet.
"...fine. But you have to tell us what's happening to your body," he murmurs.
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Date: 2020-11-02 04:27 am (UTC)"You're- you're Miqo'te," he breathes softly. It startles him, and he swallows hard, grounded only by the grip of P'rihnn's hand on his shoulder. It helps keep him steady, though he makes no effort to stand back up just yet.
"...fine. But you have to tell us what's happening to your body," he murmurs.