[Oh! Oh shit, okay, this is way worse than Varian originally thought. He shifts as quickly as he can, releasing Fern's shoulder so he can carefully but firmly take Fern's wrists in his hands. If anything, just to stop him doing that to himself.]
Fern.
[He can't hide the worry from his tone, the slivers of fear, but there's something else there, too. Perhaps an echo of an old sharpness he does his very best to repress. Trying to mark Fern stop. The horrible, nasty parts of Varian's mind that have been a lot louder recently bloom up an idea it wouldn't be that hard to seek Jon out. To make him pay for doing this. Varian sucks in a breath, tries to snuff it out. Tries to focus on his friend. ]
He's not here now, okay? I promise. [Sorry, Fern, he's not letting go of your arms any time soon.] Now take it slow, what do you mean, he had too many eyes?
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Fern.
[He can't hide the worry from his tone, the slivers of fear, but there's something else there, too. Perhaps an echo of an old sharpness he does his very best to repress. Trying to mark Fern stop. The horrible, nasty parts of Varian's mind that have been a lot louder recently bloom up an idea it wouldn't be that hard to seek Jon out. To make him pay for doing this. Varian sucks in a breath, tries to snuff it out. Tries to focus on his friend. ]
He's not here now, okay? I promise. [Sorry, Fern, he's not letting go of your arms any time soon.] Now take it slow, what do you mean, he had too many eyes?