[Vanis is here, his usual easy smile replaced with a decidedly more somber expression, his skin somehow even paler than his usual alabaster complexion. Rather than stand, he opts for a seat on one of the chairs and wraps his arms around himself, fingers digging into the loose fabric on his sleeves.
If one looks closely, they may be shaking just slightly.]
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If one looks closely, they may be shaking just slightly.]