this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
"It's... inside you?" Amalia repeats carefully, slowly, her confusion only deepening. "What's inside you, Loren? Where- where's the metal from the climb?" There's no way it's actually inside him... is there? Her own stomach churns and flips at the thought.
She's reaching for him when the magic lashes out, a chill pervading the hot room and making her hair stand on end. Immediately she feels her own sweat crystallize painfully on her skin, and the canteen grows cold between her fingers, condensation forming on its exterior at once.
"Loren!" Amalia exclaims, dropping the frozen canteen on her foot as she lunges forward to grab his arms, to keep him from mauling himself further. "Stop that! Loren! Look at me!"
She's reaching for him when the magic lashes out, a chill pervading the hot room and making her hair stand on end. Immediately she feels her own sweat crystallize painfully on her skin, and the canteen grows cold between her fingers, condensation forming on its exterior at once.
"Loren!" Amalia exclaims, dropping the frozen canteen on her foot as she lunges forward to grab his arms, to keep him from mauling himself further. "Stop that! Loren! Look at me!"
