[Wesley laughs, eyes opening a bit to look up at Noth before he shakes his head.]
You can talk.
[It doesn't really affect him much, at least not when he slots into divining the way he does a moment later. Low eyelids dip lower, closing again with a flutter of dark lashes and a pulse-like radiance out from his chest. His heart, specifically, though he doesn't quite know that yet.]
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You can talk.
[It doesn't really affect him much, at least not when he slots into divining the way he does a moment later. Low eyelids dip lower, closing again with a flutter of dark lashes and a pulse-like radiance out from his chest. His heart, specifically, though he doesn't quite know that yet.]
Is it... that way?
[Arm lifted, finger in the general direction.]
Am I hot or cold?