It makes sense, when you put it that way. [When he thinks of what he'd seen, the state she'd left Tim in...that isn't the woman who'd torn her skirts in the hedge maze, who'd embraced him in the library, who he'd grieved on the icy lakeshore. Something had been and was gone, but maybe it lingered, still...
The question is permission, and a moment later the subtle warmth of Koby's unseen presence, his energy, will, mind reaching out towards Alicent's becomes more tangible, more like he's actually there, pressing careful fingers to the shape of her mind, seeking out edges and corners that weren't there before. There's a sense of concern, of worry, laced through with the relief that it is her, that she's back, albeit altered.
Because:] A bit, yes. You're still YOU, I can feel that, but there's something Else. It's hard for me to get hold of, which makes me think you're right, it's because of the house. The house doesn't like letting me see it too clearly.
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The question is permission, and a moment later the subtle warmth of Koby's unseen presence, his energy, will, mind reaching out towards Alicent's becomes more tangible, more like he's actually there, pressing careful fingers to the shape of her mind, seeking out edges and corners that weren't there before. There's a sense of concern, of worry, laced through with the relief that it is her, that she's back, albeit altered.
Because:] A bit, yes. You're still YOU, I can feel that, but there's something
Else. It's hard for me to get hold of, which makes me think you're right, it's because of the house. The house doesn't like letting me see it too clearly.