there's light at the edge of the darkness
Alright, well, this wasn’t going to work if Loren couldn’t touch the Prince. The summoner let his hands drop and his healing magic fade away as Amalia kept speaking to the Prince. By that point, the Launceleyn was starting to feel a bit light-headed from the odor, so he took a few careful steps back (because blindfold and all that). After that still didn’t stop the nauseous and faint feeling rising within him, he created two nose plugs and jammed them as far up his nostrils as they would go. If he damaged something, he could always heal it, but there was a blessed relief. The plugs were an imperfect solution and some scent still made its way through, but it was better than nothing. However, he was still unhappy with this development, since he couldn't force the Prince to accept healing or touch. Given that, it was probably for the best that Amalia take the lead, since Loren wasn’t even sure he was even capable of speech at the moment.
Actually, he could muster up one whispered and strained word, hopefully just for Amalia. "Amulet." They'd have to find some way of getting the spark bird out safely, but maybe the Prince would accept an indirect touch.
Actually, he could muster up one whispered and strained word, hopefully just for Amalia. "Amulet." They'd have to find some way of getting the spark bird out safely, but maybe the Prince would accept an indirect touch.
loren
