[ Is it for better or for worse that Gen doesn't notice anything amiss at first? Dextera's always been a strange one, after all. Skittish in ways, oddly composed in others. Given the tense atmosphere of this place and what they've all been embroiled into, he can't be too surprised if Dextera's acting strange. But even with how anxious and distracted he's feeling, there's only so long he can ignore the hints that something is off. ]
What's wrong with you. You're acting weird. ... weirder than normal.
[ But even as he speaks, his eyes naturally fall upon that bundle in Dextera's arms. Whatever it is, Dextera's clutching it awfully close to his chest. And just looking at it ... an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of his stomach. It's something about the look in Dextera's eyes that triggers that sensation, he thinks. ]
What is that.
[ Though Gen doesn't raise his voice, there's a pointed quality to that question. And Gen makes sure to maintain eye contact as he asks it. Even if Dextera can't speak with words without his shard, his eyes always say more than enough, Gen's learned. ]
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What's wrong with you. You're acting weird. ... weirder than normal.
[ But even as he speaks, his eyes naturally fall upon that bundle in Dextera's arms. Whatever it is, Dextera's clutching it awfully close to his chest. And just looking at it ... an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of his stomach. It's something about the look in Dextera's eyes that triggers that sensation, he thinks. ]
What is that.
[ Though Gen doesn't raise his voice, there's a pointed quality to that question. And Gen makes sure to maintain eye contact as he asks it. Even if Dextera can't speak with words without his shard, his eyes always say more than enough, Gen's learned. ]