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Vague about the Akavir/Moss thread!

She felt safe enough to stick around after her conversation with the dark-furred leader. Now that she was calmer, she wanted to see Lestan; she still didn't have a gift for him, but she hadn't exactly meant to be here. It had just kind of happened.
Somehow, Lestan knew she was here. He must have, because he called for her. As if they were connected somehow — but no, that was a stupid thought. Maybe he'd caught her scent somewhere along the way? She brushed it away and followed the summons, noticing something strange as she went. A scent. Sort of. It was something between a scent and a feeling, more accurately, and she wasn't sure what to think of it.
When she saw Lestan, she didn't hesitate to go to him. He could explain what was happening, surely. Lestan, what is -? Something was wrong. Are you okay? He didn't look okay, but she couldn't think of anything else to say just then.