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He took a good minute or two to really scan the area before turning back to his companion. When he did, Pan's stammer registered with him, as well as his suddenly drooping posture. Peregrine's brows lifted in surprise. Instinctively, he reached out again, touching his nose to Pan's temple. He then withdrew, his expression one of confusion and concern.

"What's wrong?" he queried gently. Suspecting that something he said might have triggered this response somehow, he added, "What's on your mind, Pan? You can talk to me."