Beatrix
Beatrix shrugged, she'd not seen Loren since aging, or maybe she'd have excitedly told him about her newfound magic. "I also have life drain magic, but I'm not very good with it, either." And she sounds like she's waiting to be scolded. In truth, she should be, she's not practiced with it at all.
When he stopped looking at her, she followed his gaze to the fire. "Oh. Well, the fire does keep us alive, because it blocks out the cold..." She offered, trying to find some rationalization in his statement.
"I can get some tea? And a blanket, if that would help." She most definitely was not a healer; but tea and a blanket seemed like something she could do.
Probably. "I'm going to go to the kitchen, but you can stay right here." She moved to get up and started off to the kitchen without waiting to make sure he'd agree to stay.
When he stopped looking at her, she followed his gaze to the fire. "Oh. Well, the fire does keep us alive, because it blocks out the cold..." She offered, trying to find some rationalization in his statement.
"I can get some tea? And a blanket, if that would help." She most definitely was not a healer; but tea and a blanket seemed like something she could do.
Probably. "I'm going to go to the kitchen, but you can stay right here." She moved to get up and started off to the kitchen without waiting to make sure he'd agree to stay.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
