[That sounds... troubling. Oran stops in mid-step, both brows raised.]
You seem to be taking it well. That sounds... um. Worrisome?
[He could prattle on about the strange putty-quality of space and time that the Augur has left them all mired in, but he hasn't yet made heads nor tales of what it means, and so in this instance... it's probably not a good time to make a little white lie, like with the elbow smooch.]
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You seem to be taking it well. That sounds... um. Worrisome?
[He could prattle on about the strange putty-quality of space and time that the Augur has left them all mired in, but he hasn't yet made heads nor tales of what it means, and so in this instance... it's probably not a good time to make a little white lie, like with the elbow smooch.]
Are you doing okay?