"You're welcome," she tells him, surprised by the amount of things left unsaid in his words. She can tell he is really grateful, and maybe even impressed, at her display of magic. The thought is oddly pleasing to her in a way she's not sure she can define right now. Mostly, she's relieved that they're both alive to see another day, even if it does end up being in this hellhole. She also realizes she owes him just as well. "I couldn't leave you behind."
She catches sight of him wincing and makes up her mind.
"Come on, I'll carry you," she informs him, leaning down to speak with him. "We need to see if we can get out of here. In the mean time, here."
She blows a dusting of pink across James' leg. It won't cure him, but it should ease the pain and discomfort, even just a little bit.
"Now, you get a choice: bridal style or sack of potatoes?"
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Date: 2014-05-25 02:26 am (UTC)She catches sight of him wincing and makes up her mind.
"Come on, I'll carry you," she informs him, leaning down to speak with him. "We need to see if we can get out of here. In the mean time, here."
She blows a dusting of pink across James' leg. It won't cure him, but it should ease the pain and discomfort, even just a little bit.
"Now, you get a choice: bridal style or sack of potatoes?"