[His name brought him out of his reverie, something he would never get used to. Comfortably warm and no part of him wanting to move just yet, he settled for lifting his head a little and canting it a bit to look at her.]
...What's wrong, Materia?
[He could hear, smell, or see nothing wrong... what could...?]
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...What's wrong, Materia?
[He could hear, smell, or see nothing wrong... what could...?]