Bram cocked his head sidelong, thoughtful. That was a pretty good idea, actually. He might have to admit he was impressed.

“See?” he said instead, with a rush of amusement and without any catch to his words, not once stumbling over sounds. “You just can’t focus on one thing at a time. You’re always doing everything at once.” He was smiling so much at the thought of Esteban’s general restlessness that he neglected to notice his possessions bobbing up and down, levitating outside the tower window, right before his eyes.

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