[ There's no reason to pull away from her. Caroline's durable in a way that almost everyone in this place aren't. Her fingers curl around his wrist and then—
He feels what she's projecting. His own voice echoing back to him, couched in a wash of calm that blunts the hunger that's been gnawing at him since he was jolted sideways into this place. Her chest is glowing softly. Stefan doesn't jerk out of her grasp, but after a moment he does extricate his wrist as he leans in closer to her to pitch his voice beneath the noise of the crowd. ]
Where did you learn to do that?
[ Not an answer, not to any of the questions Caroline had asked. ]
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He feels what she's projecting. His own voice echoing back to him, couched in a wash of calm that blunts the hunger that's been gnawing at him since he was jolted sideways into this place. Her chest is glowing softly. Stefan doesn't jerk out of her grasp, but after a moment he does extricate his wrist as he leans in closer to her to pitch his voice beneath the noise of the crowd. ]
Where did you learn to do that?
[ Not an answer, not to any of the questions Caroline had asked. ]