[ She's also getting that feeling - and because she doesn't understand what this rite is or what it does, she does finally subside - albeit reluctantly. She's still clearly not happy about it, but she reaches out and clutches the hem of Caster's sleeve in a white-knuckled grip, holding herself back from interfering on the old woman's behalf.
Still, when the old woman vanishes, completely absorbed into the pulsing wall of moss overhead, Yona can't help but gasp and lurch forward again, being careful of her balance on the boat.
Staring between the parting curtain of moss and the monsters still residing on one now-Witchless boat, she points a finger in demand. ]
What have you done? Are you really so callous that you would sit by and just watch this? [ Still being so new here, she doesn't really understand the difference yet between witches and monsters and what effect the old woman might have had that her companions could not. But still. None of this seemed right. And now she wonders if remaining silent had been the right choice... ]
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Still, when the old woman vanishes, completely absorbed into the pulsing wall of moss overhead, Yona can't help but gasp and lurch forward again, being careful of her balance on the boat.
Staring between the parting curtain of moss and the monsters still residing on one now-Witchless boat, she points a finger in demand. ]
What have you done? Are you really so callous that you would sit by and just watch this? [ Still being so new here, she doesn't really understand the difference yet between witches and monsters and what effect the old woman might have had that her companions could not. But still. None of this seemed right. And now she wonders if remaining silent had been the right choice... ]