[Placid stillness radiates from Liem as he stands by the fountain, no longer looking at it or at anything at all. His eyes are still open behind the tiny wings covering his brows, but his vision is obscured by the layer of soft, pale grey feathers folded across them. He has sunk into another reality altogether, and his eyes now see things that aren't truly there.
Only muscle memory keeps him upright when Eustace grabs his arm and gives him a rough shake. Liem takes a small step back, turning his face toward the other man with a vaguely inquisitive set to his mouth. But he doesn't speak. The wings covering his eyes do not lift. And, after another moment, the line of his mouth softens into a gentle smile. Whatever he's seeing in his dream, it is far more welcome than the sight that lies before him now.]
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Only muscle memory keeps him upright when Eustace grabs his arm and gives him a rough shake. Liem takes a small step back, turning his face toward the other man with a vaguely inquisitive set to his mouth. But he doesn't speak. The wings covering his eyes do not lift. And, after another moment, the line of his mouth softens into a gentle smile. Whatever he's seeing in his dream, it is far more welcome than the sight that lies before him now.]