He shrugs, ducking his head. "She says something's coming. She won't say what, just that... Night's coming." And she'll protect him from it, whatever that means. She's the only one who can. He shifts in his seat, fingers twisting in his lap; it makes him look childish, but honestly that's the better way for it to swing. It goes the other way it's bad.
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"She's beautiful. Curvy. Dark hair."