[She snags the journal from the ground and steps back herself, gaze going down to his shadow, just in case. Anything funny and she'd outta there.
Quietly, she flips through the book, one eye on the entries in it and one eye on him. After a moment, though, her gaze is on him entirely and her eyes are narrowed.
Troublesome, he said. She's heard that before. Sorta of. It's starting to feel like she has two lifetimes of memories stuck in her head and neither one of them makes any sense.]
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Quietly, she flips through the book, one eye on the entries in it and one eye on him. After a moment, though, her gaze is on him entirely and her eyes are narrowed.
Troublesome, he said. She's heard that before. Sorta of. It's starting to feel like she has two lifetimes of memories stuck in her head and neither one of them makes any sense.]