[ It can't be helped. That first time it had been the flute that had calmed him. Had chased away the darkness that had plagued to take his mind. How could he not be susceptible to even the bard's song.
His hands are stroking the rabbit's fur instead. Maybe he'll remember soon that they have something they are supposed to be doing...
But maybe Xiao had also been waiting for this for a while. ]
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His hands are stroking the rabbit's fur instead. Maybe he'll remember soon that they have something they are supposed to be doing...
But maybe Xiao had also been waiting for this for a while. ]