[When Alec turns the bookmark toward himself, he looks like he's been spent hours cleaning, which is true. His hair is sticking up at odd angles and it's covered in dust. Smudges of ash mark his face and his shirt looks like it should be in a rag bin. There's also the curl of a 'tattoo' curling around his neck that seems to be the only clean patch of skin visible.
He looks nervous and flustered like he isn't quite sure what he should say or do.]
My Lord, I don't know Aurora or where she is but I'm sure that someone here can help you find her.
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He looks nervous and flustered like he isn't quite sure what he should say or do.]
My Lord, I don't know Aurora or where she is but I'm sure that someone here can help you find her.