[SE] see what you did there

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

The thing was, Melita had options. If her abilities weren’t up to par, her items certainly were. She could at least do some significant damage, even if it wasn’t as effective as the gravity or air magic. Sighing despite it all, she manifested back into reality, all tangible lines and frowns, the invisibility gone and adrift. “I guess like…if you’re not going to let me help, then don’t bother asking for me to come?” She shrugged, uncertain if that’s how she wanted it worded or not – regardless, out in the open now, for her uncle to hear.

Hopping back to the bench and sighing, her legs curled up in front of her chest, and she leaned back against the metal frame, listening to his own circumstances and moments. Her head tilted though, picturing the whole thing. “Wait, there’s no warning? You just get pulled?”

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita