[The space in Communion they share seems so, so vast all of a sudden. Like there was no one else for miles and miles around them, just two people of completely different worlds and races and creeds standing there staring at each other without a single other soul that could corroborate anything they said or experienced.

Different or not, though... Hayame does know about... how uncomfortable it can be to speak on things you wish could be kept private and unseen forever, hidden like a potential weakness. But it feels like Fane is doing that. And if it is private, just them here...]

... There is. A group of four-legged citizens of Springstar who meet in Alenroux on occasion to get away from the city.

I was invited by a young girl, when I first arrived here... and I have attended every month.

[It was not something she told people, usually. It had been over half a year since she accepted a lover and she only brought him and awkwardly introduced him around this very last gathering. Because to her, it implies... that it is a lonely thing, that she is lost, or perhaps homesick, things that are too vulnerable-]

But even though some of the attendees look as I do... None of them know the word "jinba". They are... they are "centaurs", or "plainsrunners", or "nymphs"... and they do not come from where I come from, nor do they know the things I know...

[And it's so... Every time she had gotten her hopes up that this time, perhaps this time-]

... So. Perhaps I do. Understand.