[ Not meeting her gaze. ] I was thinking-- [ And Connner cuts himself off, head swinging sharply to the right, eyes darting over the thick foliage below. He holds his breath and concentrates to listen. ]
There! I hear her! [ His arm extends, he points in that direction. Sphere's speaking. It's faint, weak. Something's not right. ]
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There! I hear her! [ His arm extends, he points in that direction. Sphere's speaking. It's faint, weak. Something's not right. ]