[ Tylor is taking his time here, so Winter is easily fast enough to catch his wrist without resistance. He blinks up at him from where he'd begun his slouch down. His arm is limp in Winter's hand. This is fine. He doesn't actually seem worried now that his confusion has dissipated. But there are no more smiles.
He looks over the church instead of answering Winter's question, then to the statue head of the young girl. ]
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He looks over the church instead of answering Winter's question, then to the statue head of the young girl. ]
Who do you think she is?