[ He steps aside the moment she flies in, one hand on the window and the other next to his leg, lips parted as he follows her with a stare and stiff shoulders. The shift is processed as a rearrangement of magic that sharpens its edges once the visitor suddenly feels like the owner. Noth, faced with familiarity in a stranger, shows no signs of alarm or wanting her to leave. That doesn't mean they're absent. ]
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Who is taking a look at me—?