[Sephiroth's expression softens into a faint amusement--but less at her little joke and more because of a private irony at her question. Pleasant dreams? What are those?]
I don't know. It's been banished by the thought of insects swarming.
[He closes the book to glance at its cover, in case it's one he might actually want to read later. ... No, he's already read it.
He stands then, intent on returning it to its rightful place, though there's a slight hesitation before he steps away from the chair. He's constantly encountering new magic here, more varied and nuanced than he knows. Even this aimless display of... what, telekinesis? It's unfamiliar.]
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I don't know. It's been banished by the thought of insects swarming.
[He closes the book to glance at its cover, in case it's one he might actually want to read later. ... No, he's already read it.
He stands then, intent on returning it to its rightful place, though there's a slight hesitation before he steps away from the chair. He's constantly encountering new magic here, more varied and nuanced than he knows. Even this aimless display of... what, telekinesis? It's unfamiliar.]