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[something is off, and it reminds Olivine of essence fluctuations. Not the same, of course—if it was, it would be affecting him just as strongly, wouldn't it? But then... maybe he is more affected than not.

It's a belated occurrence, even after their long talk, that this is... fairly unlike him. He'd chalk it up to Eiden's influence in a pinch, but who really knows?

Basch—shifts, his eyes turning to the surroundings before he speaks. Accepts the offer, to Olivine's surprise.

come, he says, and Olivine gives another soft moan when the lead tugs at his neck. Legs press into motion and he keeps up as best he can, gently squeezing a hand in reassurance when he stops to swat a bystander's hand away. There, it's alright... this time he doesn't soothe with words, just follows the short pathway to the seats at the end. At least he seems close enough to prevent others from grabbing for him again. Soon, there's the added warmth from the fire crackling,]