Any other time, she might have been embarrassed - she's too old to be coddled like this, too old to be scooped up and tended to like a child with a scraped knee, but she doesn't protest. She doesn't do much of anything, really, beyond stare at her shaking hands and try with all her might to not imagine what must be going on behind her.]
[Her wings are - they feel like they're going to--]
[Nonono no no. She's not going to think about it. She's not going to think about it. Rohan said something, didn't he? She'll think about that instead.]
There was a man, he - he did something to me, he poured poison in my veins and now I've gone to rot.
[Her eyes tear themselves away from her hands, looking instead to Rohan, desperate and pleading.]
[Though she is far from a child, she cannot help but look to Rohan in the way of one; eyes wide and fearful, hopeful that somehow he can fix this, fix her.]
Well maybe stop buying flammable things Rohan
[Her wings are - they feel like they're going to--]
[Nonono no no. She's not going to think about it. She's not going to think about it. Rohan said something, didn't he? She'll think about that instead.]
There was a man, he - he did something to me, he poured poison in my veins and now I've gone to rot.
[Her eyes tear themselves away from her hands, looking instead to Rohan, desperate and pleading.]
[Though she is far from a child, she cannot help but look to Rohan in the way of one; eyes wide and fearful, hopeful that somehow he can fix this, fix her.]