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[bladesdarkandlight]

(Continuation of this.)

[Amh Araeng had been rough, in more ways than one. Storge had been a nightmarish fight, until she'd figured out how to read its attacks, leaving her hurting even before absorbing its Light. Now...now her mind is racing, and she needs anything to focus on other than the pain of the Lightwardens' aether trying to corrupt her own, and yet the others are insistent that she stay put and rest. And so she sighs, tossing her tomephone onto the bed next to her as Selene flits around her. The little fairy is doing her best to help with the lingering bruises and scrapes from the mines, but those aren't what worry her.

...And on top of that, she'd probably acting too comfortable with Emet-Selch again. She probably shouldn't have issued that challenge, but she can't help but find him endearing in ways she can't quite explain. Well, too late now.]

If nothing else...I was looking for a distraction.

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[unnecessaryflourishes]

[Not even he has been unaware of the growing light within her. Far from it, in fact, given that it's all but central to his plans. But it's one thing to know and another to see her so thoroughly bruised and beaten after her most recent struggle against the Lightwardens.

(It's a scene that calls to mind other moments, from a world long since gone, though none of those had involved a fairy doing her best to deal with any lingering injuries.)

On the other hand, while it's entirely possible that she might well be acting more comfortable with him than most of the rest of her companions might prefer, he's hardly about to mention any of this if she isn't.]

I had rather gathered as much. Even I could hardly miss the way your compatriots have all but insisted that you remain here.