[As soon as she begins tearing the bed curtain into strips, he realizes what she intends to do, and his eyebrows startle up. How high up from the ground are they? —Also, how the hell is she ripping the thick fabric as easily as paper?]
Don't they have, like, magic?
[As far as Wilhelm is concerned, she can do whatever she wants — and given the intensity of her...everything, he doubts his reservations will deter her. But it only seems fair to warn her.
It's as he considers the dim probability of success if he joins her — considerations which involve a lot of gnawing at his thumbnail — that the strange appearance of her leg snags his attention. He'd thought the black encompassing her arm was part of her clothes, but now that he's looking more closely, he realizes that...that's just how her skin looks. Just as quickly, he turns his eyes away.]
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Don't they have, like, magic?
[As far as Wilhelm is concerned, she can do whatever she wants — and given the intensity of her...everything, he doubts his reservations will deter her. But it only seems fair to warn her.
It's as he considers the dim probability of success if he joins her — considerations which involve a lot of gnawing at his thumbnail — that the strange appearance of her leg snags his attention. He'd thought the black encompassing her arm was part of her clothes, but now that he's looking more closely, he realizes that...that's just how her skin looks. Just as quickly, he turns his eyes away.]