like a chicken with it's head chopped off

Thankfully, Wessex had to focus on the actual summoning so Loren had more than enough time to put himself together. Unlike the summoner, to whom magic was second nature it was like breathing, the queen couldn’t seem to do anything else, not even pretend to breathe, as she concentrated on keeping the spell going and on not burning herself. It was another reminder of how much sooner he should’ve started preparing people; if he had just thought that this might’ve been a problem he could’ve trained people or something. Now, they were stuck. It was better than nothing, but it still didn’t feel like enough. As Wessex glanced at the Launceleyn, he held out his wrist again. ”Good. Do you want to drink again now so we’re not distracted or inadvertently drawing attention during LongNight?” The last thing he wanted was for an ill-timed moan to call down the monsters on him. Or for another person to catch them in the weirdly intimate act. Loathe as he was to go through the ecstasy of a bite again so soon, it was the smart thing to do. "If you're worried about the Spark Bird, you can summon anything else, including a luxere. I just don't know how effective one summoned luxere will be in comparison." Still, it was an option she should be aware of. LOREN Not quite an open book