[ It was quite the odd sight, a towering moth and a faded man buried in the fluff, wrapped up by it. Tim isn't... entirely sure what to think of it.
But at the open offer he doesn't find himself hesitating either. For as strange as it is... it's still Jon. He can feel that through every nerve and instinct he has.
For a moment, he sets aside the worry, the press of time. The argument that is coming for Algric. And just, wraps up both of them. ]
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But at the open offer he doesn't find himself hesitating either. For as strange as it is... it's still Jon. He can feel that through every nerve and instinct he has.
For a moment, he sets aside the worry, the press of time. The argument that is coming for Algric. And just, wraps up both of them. ]