REXANNA
She can feel the shift of the well of power within her, the separation between her own magic and the one she’s siphoned, and she carefully ensures not to delve into it until they’re ready. Sapphire eyes linger on him, letting him go as he regains control – her question up in the air, wondering where the shift came from. She sits up fully, eyes softening slightly as she lets go of his arm and gives him space – waiting for an answer.
Quietly, her lips part as she tries to figure out what else to say, before he rolls away from her, vomiting into the abyss beneath them. Her dark brows furrow together, definitely not expecting that kind of reaction. She must have done something wrong? Carefully, she leans a bit toward him, but doesn’t touch him – instead, she pushes back her dark hair from her face, concern lingering in her eyes. “Loren, are you okay?” She asks quietly.
“Did I take too much?” She can’t help but to ask that too. While Remi had been her first bite, Loren was her second. She was still trying to get used to how much to take, and gods how awful she would feel if she had left him on the brink of passing out. She didn’t think she took that much, but… One couldn’t be too sure. And after all, she was simply full of concern for the man, willing to get up and get him something, make a blanket to wrap around him, find some form of food they could make a fire with and cook and he could eat if he needed it. She simply doesn’t know where to start unless he tells her.
It doesn’t even occur to her that it could be the feeling of it.
Quietly, her lips part as she tries to figure out what else to say, before he rolls away from her, vomiting into the abyss beneath them. Her dark brows furrow together, definitely not expecting that kind of reaction. She must have done something wrong? Carefully, she leans a bit toward him, but doesn’t touch him – instead, she pushes back her dark hair from her face, concern lingering in her eyes. “Loren, are you okay?” She asks quietly.
“Did I take too much?” She can’t help but to ask that too. While Remi had been her first bite, Loren was her second. She was still trying to get used to how much to take, and gods how awful she would feel if she had left him on the brink of passing out. She didn’t think she took that much, but… One couldn’t be too sure. And after all, she was simply full of concern for the man, willing to get up and get him something, make a blanket to wrap around him, find some form of food they could make a fire with and cook and he could eat if he needed it. She simply doesn’t know where to start unless he tells her.
It doesn’t even occur to her that it could be the feeling of it.
until the lambs
have become
lions
