[Stocke looks away himself, tendrils winding slowly, to give her some illusion of privacy. He doesn't comment on her tears. It's what he'd appreciate, if their situations were reversed.]
[It's a struggle not to keep glancing at her, though.]
[His tendrils perk at the question, and he turns back, with a short shake of his head.] ...it's not so convenient as at night, but I can find a way around.
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[It's a struggle not to keep glancing at her, though.]
[His tendrils perk at the question, and he turns back, with a short shake of his head.] ...it's not so convenient as at night, but I can find a way around.