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The touch is unexpected, but far from unwelcome — even if he finds it terribly distracting. He sucks in a breath, trying to focus on the other's words. The strangeness of their encounter escapes him now, in the heat of the moment; later he'll wonder what sort of madness has come over him, chide himself for acting like an infatuated yearling in Midar's presence. None of these thoughts cross his mind now, though.
Sometimes I have — weird dreams, What does occupy his thoughts slips from him too easily, he thinks. He doesn't mind as much as he should. About my past, I think. Does that ever happen to you? A memory strikes him then, unbidden; a fragment of a dream, a brief flash of grey fur and fiery eyes. His chest suddenly aches fiercely.