REXANNA
the penumbra
She listens while Phoebe brings up the Mathair, and she nods with a small frown. “That’s true.” She pauses, head tilting as she ponders the options. She doesn’t know what options there are, she was hardly involved with the Spire falling, aside from meeting Lucas out front of the gates. As Phoebe lets her hands dangle, Rexanna sits forward a bit in her seat as she mulls the questions she has dancing in her head.
“I had heard that the Spire Demon was… A different, wrong version of us.” She pauses somewhat thoughtfully with a slight frown. But she reaches over to grasp Phoebe’s shoulder and give a small squeeze of encouragement. “Is there a way you could maybe extract the blight from the blood cells?” She asks with a small tilt of her head. “Then you could maybe inspect it on its own…” She ponders with a light roll of her own shoulders. She feels like she's grasping at straws, but she's trying to be helpful as much as she can.
“I had heard that the Spire Demon was… A different, wrong version of us.” She pauses somewhat thoughtfully with a slight frown. But she reaches over to grasp Phoebe’s shoulder and give a small squeeze of encouragement. “Is there a way you could maybe extract the blight from the blood cells?” She asks with a small tilt of her head. “Then you could maybe inspect it on its own…” She ponders with a light roll of her own shoulders. She feels like she's grasping at straws, but she's trying to be helpful as much as she can.
because you, like rome
were built on ashes
and you, like a phoenix, know how to
rise and resurrect
