[ The sharpness of the cup's fall makes Alex flinch. Startled, he whips his head to look at her, brows pinched together in concern and confusion, having already pushed himself up and off from the couch. ]
Reilanin?
[ Not paying attention.
Alex pads over to her, mindful of the pieces, and bends over her. Hand on her shoulder, he flicks a brief glance at the phone before looking at the side of her face. ]
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Reilanin?
[ Not paying attention.
Alex pads over to her, mindful of the pieces, and bends over her. Hand on her shoulder, he flicks a brief glance at the phone before looking at the side of her face. ]
Reilanin.
[ His voice is gentle, but steady. ]