I expected it to be more...involved. More invasive, for how important they proclaimed it to be. Now neither of us need worry about Bonding.

[and yet, something feels like it's settling. a hollowness in him evening out, most likely some kind of attuning to this world.

(there's something prickling in the direction of Andersen's senses, something tense and heavy, like a heartbeat. controlled, collected, but the sort that might twinge under the skin from the effort of it. a thin thread that leads back to where Dantes has adjusted his cloak, and looks ahead in the direction they came from.)]