Eularia felt his magic wavering, fading some, coming back with force. And she whispered in his ear, that maybe it was time for a rest indoors. Away from prying eyes, away from seeking ears. She moved to find her feet, one hand grasping his as she waited on him to join her.
He didn't give her a response; if it bothered him that she loved them both. She let herself believe that the answer was no, but some part of her recognized it was very likely, a yes.
As they made their way back to their room, she was smiling, walking backwards so that she might face him. She trusted he'd not let her injure herself. Her magic was searching for his, intertwining with his. Her mind reaching out, attempting to find him. What was he thinking about that made his magic so unstable?
He didn't give her a response; if it bothered him that she loved them both. She let herself believe that the answer was no, but some part of her recognized it was very likely, a yes.
As they made their way back to their room, she was smiling, walking backwards so that she might face him. She trusted he'd not let her injure herself. Her magic was searching for his, intertwining with his. Her mind reaching out, attempting to find him. What was he thinking about that made his magic so unstable?
Magnus?She murmured, as she felt the stairs beneath her feet, and then the cool air of their room.
Are you okay?The way she asks, it's not a chance to answer, it's... more, polite to phrase it as a question.
Your magic feels... less stable.
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