[Sigmund takes each of Edward's hands in one of his own. He's not sure what he thinks he'll find. He has no sense for these things like Svala does, no means of feeling out another's state of mind. But... after life as an aristo, a meage, and an unblessed, perhaps he understands the nature of lunaglyphs better than anyone. Not a studied, intellectual knowledge, but a visceral one.]
You brewed a medicine to suppress the moon's power. What became of it?
[He holds Edward's hands while he speaks, staring down at them. He isn't searching for the answer so much as he is waiting for the answer to come.]
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You brewed a medicine to suppress the moon's power. What became of it?
[He holds Edward's hands while he speaks, staring down at them. He isn't searching for the answer so much as he is waiting for the answer to come.]