[He couldn't have missed it. That quietly violent sudden absence of something, that immediate sense of loss carving out a hollow... somewhere. The Bonds were always odd, a sixth sense his body never knew how to properly process, and the improper dissolution of one from an individual falling back through the Mirrors was just as odd in ways Hubert couldn't describe.]
[It hurt, but not actually. He was whole, but something was horribly missing. Regardless of the disarray it left him in, the feeling (or lack thereof) only meant one thing, and after a too-long moment to gather himself, Hubert set his cup down and stood to wander upstairs.]
[Edelgard had told him when she wrote the letter. He'd have to sort out her council matters and her investments, but that could come later. For now...]
[Another breath to steady himself against that phantom pain of something missing from his soul, and Hubert steadily knocks thrice at Leslie's door.]
You know what and when
[It hurt, but not actually. He was whole, but something was horribly missing. Regardless of the disarray it left him in, the feeling (or lack thereof) only meant one thing, and after a too-long moment to gather himself, Hubert set his cup down and stood to wander upstairs.]
[Edelgard had told him when she wrote the letter. He'd have to sort out her council matters and her investments, but that could come later. For now...]
[Another breath to steady himself against that phantom pain of something missing from his soul, and Hubert steadily knocks thrice at Leslie's door.]