[A sigh, exhaled lightly, a touch melancholy. The hand withdraws.]
Stay safe until then.
[There's a whorl of mist, and if Chung listens closely, he might hear the telltale sound of sticks and leaves crunching underfoot. After a minute, there's nothing but silence, and the lingering notes of a song long-forgotten.]
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Stay safe until then.
[There's a whorl of mist, and if Chung listens closely, he might hear the telltale sound of sticks and leaves crunching underfoot. After a minute, there's nothing but silence, and the lingering notes of a song long-forgotten.]