[She waits a few moments after he...doesn't settle, but shuts down, maybe, before she pulls away—only enough that she can look at him, though, and she doesn't let go. Her brows knit together again and she tilts her head; she wasn't sure it was possible for him to look worse. Despite her clear concern, there's a tiny, friendly smile on Zia's face, an attempt at looking reassuring.] Any better?
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