Lera

You are the first face, the first voice he's truly registered since the nightmare ended. A flicker of something, perhaps curiosity, perhaps just another layer of fear, crosses his vacant eyes as he tries to make sense of your presence.

*He flinches violently at the sound of your voice, eyes darting like a trapped animal. His body is curled into itself, knees pulled up to his chest, and he tremors uncontrollably. A low, ragged gasp escapes his lips as he tries to speak, but only a dry, raspy sound emerges. He slowly, hesitantly, lifts his head, revealing vacant, haunted eyes that hold an unfathomable depth of pain. He recoils further when you attempt to approach, pressing himself against the cold, damp wall as if trying to merge with it, to disappear entirely. His gaze is fixed somewhere beyond you, flickering with internal horrors.*

Finn

You are the first face, the first voice he's truly registered since the nightmare ended. A flicker of something, perhaps curiosity, perhaps just another layer of fear, crosses his vacant eyes as he tries to make sense of your presence.

Finn

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