and i watch in wonder, hung high and dry, where no one can see
if there's no one to blame, blame it on me
The Penumbra says nothing when the Voice directs her criticism onto Samuel. But a part of her, had she had eyes, would have looked over to him with a slight look that would say ‘I told you so’. But she can’t, and she doesn’t, instead she waits to see what the Voice has to say about her eyes. She can feel the goddess’ thumbs brush against her cheekbones, and with it electric light fills her, comforting her, despite the light gasp that leaves her as her ribs reset themselves in the strangeness of the feeling.
As her face gets pieced back together though, she offers a grateful smile, taking a moment to breathe deeply through her nose to smell again. Her fingers twitch and she stretches out her wrist, twisting it back and forth before doing the same for the other one with another light sigh of relief. “Thank you.” She says, every ounce of her gratitude in her voice, before the Voice mentions what they can do to fix their more complicated parts.
She mentally tallies them, magna vermis, glow stone that’s clear, and a magically frozen sphere of ice. She knows who to go to for one of those, the rest she’ll need to figure out. But her mind flits to Deimos for the task of wrangling the worms, deciding that perhaps they need to see each other again since he brought the Guildhall down. She squeezes Bastien’s hand back, turning toward his location and giving him a small smile before turning her attention back to the Voice. “I will gather those. Thank you.” She says quietly, dipping her head in a small bow.
As her face gets pieced back together though, she offers a grateful smile, taking a moment to breathe deeply through her nose to smell again. Her fingers twitch and she stretches out her wrist, twisting it back and forth before doing the same for the other one with another light sigh of relief. “Thank you.” She says, every ounce of her gratitude in her voice, before the Voice mentions what they can do to fix their more complicated parts.
She mentally tallies them, magna vermis, glow stone that’s clear, and a magically frozen sphere of ice. She knows who to go to for one of those, the rest she’ll need to figure out. But her mind flits to Deimos for the task of wrangling the worms, deciding that perhaps they need to see each other again since he brought the Guildhall down. She squeezes Bastien’s hand back, turning toward his location and giving him a small smile before turning her attention back to the Voice. “I will gather those. Thank you.” She says quietly, dipping her head in a small bow.
storm in the sky, fire in the street
if there's nothing but pain, put it on me
REXANNA
