[It's not as nerve-wracking as the first time, at least; Lailah's spirit settles into his the same way it always has, like he was born to work alongside her. Their core becomes lava, their fingers become embers, and Sorey takes a moment to make sure they're not heating the air around them (more because of him being unused to the armatization after eight months without rather than because of Lailah) before he pokes their head in the door to check if Nightingale's awake.]
Nightingale, hey. [Heads on over, don't mind all their clinking belts and gold bits of jewelry and accessories. Well, most people won't, anyway.]
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Nightingale, hey. [Heads on over, don't mind all their clinking belts and gold bits of jewelry and accessories. Well, most people won't, anyway.]