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Safrin inclines her head, a small, approving motion that acknowledges both his understanding and the resolve beneath it. When Zavien looks up again and asks his question, her head tilts slightly to one side, starlight shifting across her features as she considers. For a heartbeat she does not answer, gaze lifting as though she is once more tracing fault lines and futures beyond mortal sight. "Waves will reach Torchline, yes, but nothing like the calamity that followed Starfall’s descent." She pauses, then adds, almost idly, as though speaking of weather rather than catastrophe, "Stormbreak will not vanish entirely, though. Even when it falls."
Her gaze drifts around the Celestine, and something resolute settles into her expression. "Frey and I will see to it that the Celestine is protected in its descent," Safrin says simply, as though this much is already decided. "It will not be lost." A faint shrug lifts one elegant shoulder, the motion easy and deceptively casual. "As for the rest..." Her eyes flick back to Zavien. "That will depend on how the city breaks. Some structures may endure, others will not. Fate, momentum, and chance will all have their say."
Her gaze drifts around the Celestine, and something resolute settles into her expression. "Frey and I will see to it that the Celestine is protected in its descent," Safrin says simply, as though this much is already decided. "It will not be lost." A faint shrug lifts one elegant shoulder, the motion easy and deceptively casual. "As for the rest..." Her eyes flick back to Zavien. "That will depend on how the city breaks. Some structures may endure, others will not. Fate, momentum, and chance will all have their say."
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