CICONIA: WHEN THEY CRY

[insinning]

It's a holy night. Silent night.

All is calm.

Everything is b r i g h t.

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[dissimulative]

[ Oria helps out in leading Sinclair to the bed and tucks him in. ]

See you tomorrow.

[ His voice is soft and quiet as he runs his fingers through Sinclair's fluffy hair. He'll lock the door on his way out. ]

[insinning]

[ He had wanted to ask Oria one more time about how he was feeling but exhaustion finally catches up to him.

But not before he manages to send one last message.

good night. ]