[The sensation is only a little different than what happens with Krampus. She enters his door, and the hair on the back of his neck rises, there’s a tickle in the bottom of his mind.
He can feel her there, a distant haze. Familiar. And, if he’s honest, a bit comforting knowing she is safe. The fatigue and ache permeates over to him a little more strongly.]
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He can feel her there, a distant haze. Familiar. And, if he’s honest, a bit comforting knowing she is safe. The fatigue and ache permeates over to him a little more strongly.]
I can.