[And more than that. As aware as he is of the remaining flicker of uncertainty in her, he can't help but project genuine fear across the Bond: what happens if someone is injured and he can't save them? What is he supposed to do? Of all the things this place has done to him, that's the most unforgivable.]
[This isn't the most powerless he's ever felt, but it's close.]
i feel as though i've lost the most important part of me.
[A brief and blistering moment of honesty, one which is more revealing than he intends. After all, if the most important part of him is protecting people, healing them, saving them from the natural processes of injury and death . . .]
[Well, it doesn't matter.]
less vindictive and cruel, i hope. although the fae are funny sometimes.
They are rather timid creatures, actually. Most will go their entire lives without seeing one.
[But there's a twisting, mournful kind of concern that resonates through her; she feels his pain, his fear, and she wants to fix it. It's an instinctual desire, one automatic as wanting to eat when you're hungry, or sleep when you're tired. She wants to mend this hole that's been left in him.
She just... doesn't know how.]
... It would not be the same, I realize. But there are potions, scrolls, possibly even some enchanted objects that do not require a witch to wield them. I could work on procuring some for you that could potentially replicate such an effect on a minor scale. If you would be comfortable carrying something like that on you.
[...]
It is desperately unfair that whatever force brought us here took these parts of us as a price we did not agree to pay. I might be able to attain a facsimile of what I once had, but it is only that.
[She's still holding back, not willing to go into details regarding the sources of her power before she fell through the mirror, but... this frustration, this hollowness-- she understands it quite well.]
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[And more than that. As aware as he is of the remaining flicker of uncertainty in her, he can't help but project genuine fear across the Bond: what happens if someone is injured and he can't save them? What is he supposed to do? Of all the things this place has done to him, that's the most unforgivable.]
[This isn't the most powerless he's ever felt, but it's close.]
i feel as though i've lost the most important part of me.
[A brief and blistering moment of honesty, one which is more revealing than he intends. After all, if the most important part of him is protecting people, healing them, saving them from the natural processes of injury and death . . .]
[Well, it doesn't matter.]
less vindictive and cruel, i hope. although the fae are funny sometimes.
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[But there's a twisting, mournful kind of concern that resonates through her; she feels his pain, his fear, and she wants to fix it. It's an instinctual desire, one automatic as wanting to eat when you're hungry, or sleep when you're tired. She wants to mend this hole that's been left in him.
She just... doesn't know how.]
... It would not be the same, I realize. But there are potions, scrolls, possibly even some enchanted objects that do not require a witch to wield them. I could work on procuring some for you that could potentially replicate such an effect on a minor scale. If you would be comfortable carrying something like that on you.
[...]
It is desperately unfair that whatever force brought us here took these parts of us as a price we did not agree to pay. I might be able to attain a facsimile of what I once had, but it is only that.
[She's still holding back, not willing to go into details regarding the sources of her power before she fell through the mirror, but... this frustration, this hollowness-- she understands it quite well.]