( it doesn't surprise her that the voice comes in the form of someone who absolutely would be the person trying to defend those who may not have the voice to do so themselves--and it floods her with all kinds of emotions, warm and pleased and relieved and then, just as sudden, dread and worry and fear for him. there's fire and chaos and the smell of burning plants, trees going down, houses already aflame, and she hates it just as much as she knows he must, but it's different. there's a sadness to it that she knows may be necessary--or may not be.
and if barret wants to try to fight for it, then she wants to help him.
he's a monster, or must be, going by the sight of his teeth, his wide eyes, and at once she's clearing the space between them, her own hair nearly unraveled around her face, a bit of scorching on her cheeks, some simply from dust, some from the heat of the fire. her rod is steady in both hands, gripped firmly, and she doesn't need it to do what she wants: but it does feel more familiar this way, when she manages to cast the sheen of a protection spell over him, the magic available in this place somehow more readily apparent, here, than normal.
it might help give him a bit more confidence--not that he ever needs it, of course. )
You're not going to do it alone. ( yes, she has that look of determination on her face when she stands at his side, her lips pressed together--and then she tilts her head to look up at him, and smiles, something immediate and brilliant. ) We'll do it together. Okay?
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and if barret wants to try to fight for it, then she wants to help him.
he's a monster, or must be, going by the sight of his teeth, his wide eyes, and at once she's clearing the space between them, her own hair nearly unraveled around her face, a bit of scorching on her cheeks, some simply from dust, some from the heat of the fire. her rod is steady in both hands, gripped firmly, and she doesn't need it to do what she wants: but it does feel more familiar this way, when she manages to cast the sheen of a protection spell over him, the magic available in this place somehow more readily apparent, here, than normal.
it might help give him a bit more confidence--not that he ever needs it, of course. )
You're not going to do it alone. ( yes, she has that look of determination on her face when she stands at his side, her lips pressed together--and then she tilts her head to look up at him, and smiles, something immediate and brilliant. ) We'll do it together. Okay?