It is! It's a bit of a weird dream, but -- one moment, I can make it easier to see.
[She mumbles under her breath: the spells in Aefenglom want to be cast with words that make sense to the caster, which in her case is just a very literal description of what she wants. In this case, what she wants is a light.
She's never turned on bright light in a dark room after her eyes have adjusted to the dark before, so she doesn't think to either warn him or shield her own eyes as light flares in the softly-lit room. She yelps as she blinds herself with the bright little ball of light she's conjured floating over one of her hands.]
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[She mumbles under her breath: the spells in Aefenglom want to be cast with words that make sense to the caster, which in her case is just a very literal description of what she wants. In this case, what she wants is a light.
She's never turned on bright light in a dark room after her eyes have adjusted to the dark before, so she doesn't think to either warn him or shield her own eyes as light flares in the softly-lit room. She yelps as she blinds herself with the bright little ball of light she's conjured floating over one of her hands.]
Ow! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!