[The touch on her arm helps calm her down, a little. Shirley awkwardly reaches up and and wipes at her eyes. No, she won't cry. Not in front of Fenimore.]
I'm sorry... [Her eyes (mostly) dry, her free hand reaches to nervously tug at one of her braids.] This is just, um... it's very unsettling.
[Even the word "Luceti" sounds familiar. It's not the name of any Ferines village Shirley knows about (and thanks to Maurits, she knows about a lot of Ferines villages) and she can't see Fenimore living happily in an Orerines village. This dream-- it's so strange.]
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I'm sorry... [Her eyes (mostly) dry, her free hand reaches to nervously tug at one of her braids.] This is just, um... it's very unsettling.
[Even the word "Luceti" sounds familiar. It's not the name of any Ferines village Shirley knows about (and thanks to Maurits, she knows about a lot of Ferines villages) and she can't see Fenimore living happily in an Orerines village. This dream-- it's so strange.]