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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[insinning]

I'll stay right put. [Because he's worried about Oria way too much to go far. His brow furrows at the way Oria's hand twitches]

...they really didn't need to do that to you.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria shrugs as much as he can with everything happening. ]

But they did, and nothing can change that except propoganda.

[ He's joking, so he must be fine. ]

[insinning]

[Hmmm]

Propaganda? That seems difficult.

[dissimulative]

Yeah? Tell me something I don't know.

[ Oria definitely seems better despite his limbs feeling like jelly for a bit. ]

But really, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I'll be in tip top shape in no time!

[insinning]

[ Sinclair's brow furrows a little, but after a moment, he nods]

...okay. But make sure you rest up, okay?