[ Worry tugs Camilo's brow as Félix, but just as swiftly as he's changed forms to anyone else, he suddenly stands up straight again and takes the form of Dolores. He spreads his arms openly, but then leans forward after a beat, splaying out his skirt with one hand, holding his hand to his ear with the other, taking a hopefully familiar pose. ]
Wh-What about Dolores? Our sister, Dolores? ...Nothing?
[ He's trying to read Antonio's face even as he speaks, but it's hard to read through the look of abject fear... But he can't blame him. This would be terrifying. It's just so hard to wrap his head around this; he can't imagine what Antonio's feeling like. But for all Camilo's empathy, he can't suppress his own feelings, either. ]
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Wh-What about Dolores? Our sister, Dolores? ...Nothing?
[ He's trying to read Antonio's face even as he speaks, but it's hard to read through the look of abject fear... But he can't blame him. This would be terrifying. It's just so hard to wrap his head around this; he can't imagine what Antonio's feeling like. But for all Camilo's empathy, he can't suppress his own feelings, either. ]