[Sieglinde is glad of two things in that moment. No, three. That even with the natives and her fellows losing their magic, she had been spared the complete loss. That she had enough left in her to do at least this much. ... That ALASTAIR had enabled her to do any of it at all in the first place.
She withdrew her hands once the magic left her, feeling a tiredness that didn't usually accompany the spell- but that was the work of this world, and a petty price for what she gained. She sat back with a sigh of relief, not even that perturbed by his... unusual reaction.
Patients reacted differently- this one with... laughter, she supposed.]
You owe me nothing- this is the role I play.
[With her age and obvious handicaps... she certainly wasn't doing any fighting for ALASTAIR.
But she was already going for another vial in her bag, this one filled with a pale yellow balm.]
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She withdrew her hands once the magic left her, feeling a tiredness that didn't usually accompany the spell- but that was the work of this world, and a petty price for what she gained. She sat back with a sigh of relief, not even that perturbed by his... unusual reaction.
Patients reacted differently- this one with... laughter, she supposed.]
You owe me nothing- this is the role I play.
[With her age and obvious handicaps... she certainly wasn't doing any fighting for ALASTAIR.
But she was already going for another vial in her bag, this one filled with a pale yellow balm.]