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Jiles was clearly upset. He pawed through his belongings frantically, throwing various and sundry personal articles all over his corner of the tent in his search for...whatever it was. He was normally the neatest of Larian's tent mates, hardly ever leaving anything out of place at all, so something was clearly wrong.
The slender man shot a glare at Larian that made his teeth shut with a soft click, stifling what he was about to say.
Clearing his throat, Larian tried a different tactic. He began gathering up the items that Jiles had strewn around and brought them back to Jiles' corner, where he folded then stacked them neatly.