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[ he isn't hard to spot. the ritual chamber is large, of course, and full of people. cassian andor isn't the biggest man, and he's well-acquainted with keeping himself from being too noticeable. but that isn't his goal now. he's perched on some stone or other, glancing idly in her direction as he 'speaks.' not an intense stare — for all that intensity radiates off him, generally — and one he switches with glances past her towards the oracle. the way he knows she's closer, see. if they make eye contact, he briefly raises his brows in acknowledgement.

thanks, he nearly answers, when she goes on. and earns herself a wave of bafflement. ]

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