[ Her eyes widen at his description, pupils narrowing in the light — it's a horrific experience, and she can't even fathom how much it hurt. She's felt her own blood boil in the literal, cooking sense, and felt her flesh burn as scales erupted in injury's wake, but to watch your own limbs disintegrate like that... in comparison, the horror Yuya must have felt would have been a slower, crawling thing.
The difference in comparison is so drastic, it jars her out of her thoughts with the same force as a physical shake; her hands fold together to give herself anchor. ]
I'm sorry, does it bother you? The heat, I mean. I can tone it down if it does.
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The difference in comparison is so drastic, it jars her out of her thoughts with the same force as a physical shake; her hands fold together to give herself anchor. ]
I'm sorry, does it bother you? The heat, I mean. I can tone it down if it does.