[her brow creases further as he explains. rook was injured, too? she's going to have to fuss over him later too... even though leona is right: more than enough time has passed for them to recover.
still...
she sighs, because she gets not thinking to bring up something, especially when it had happened so long ago. she reaches for one of his hands, though, and leans into his side, scooting the stool a little closer to him so she can be close enough to do so.]
Overblots are supposed to be rare. [she knows that much, even if she's personally witnessed way too many of them at this point.
anyway. it's one thing for something about the city to knock something loose in someone who is permanently overblotted; it's another for the city to push someone who already has overblotted, and recovered from it, to their limits again. she wouldn't have expected it to happen either.] ...do you think it might happen a third time here?
[she hopes not, but... they can't discount the possibility now, can they?]
[the look on Leona's face isn't as certain as it could be.]
...I can't be sure. The variables we're working with aren't the same as back home. And for that matter, we still don't know how we managed seven overblots in one area.
[he rubs her knuckles lightly with his thumb. he doesn't have to imply his suspicion it was forced, he's sure.]
But it isn't impossible. That's why managing their use of magic is vital for the mages we have here.
[with a huff that's unmistakeably, though quietly, frustrated, he adds;]
Maybe if our beastmaster prefect points it out, they'll take it easier.
[there is, perhaps, still a part of her that really does wonder if she jinxed it by coming to twisted wonderland in the first place. it is not at all lost on her that almost immediately after she had shown up, riddle have overblotted. and it had really just all been downhill from there.
but she doesn't know how that would actually be possible, so she just sighs lightly yand squeezes his hand when he rubs her knuckles.]
I can try to help. But... I dunno if they will listen. [she makes a face.] Trey-pai argued with me and then tried to bribe me into not being mad at him with sweets when I went off on him about using magic without his magestone the other week.
And you have to admit he's usually less contrary than the rest of you.
no subject
still...
she sighs, because she gets not thinking to bring up something, especially when it had happened so long ago. she reaches for one of his hands, though, and leans into his side, scooting the stool a little closer to him so she can be close enough to do so.]
Overblots are supposed to be rare. [she knows that much, even if she's personally witnessed way too many of them at this point.
anyway. it's one thing for something about the city to knock something loose in someone who is permanently overblotted; it's another for the city to push someone who already has overblotted, and recovered from it, to their limits again. she wouldn't have expected it to happen either.] ...do you think it might happen a third time here?
[she hopes not, but... they can't discount the possibility now, can they?]
no subject
...I can't be sure. The variables we're working with aren't the same as back home. And for that matter, we still don't know how we managed seven overblots in one area.
[he rubs her knuckles lightly with his thumb. he doesn't have to imply his suspicion it was forced, he's sure.]
But it isn't impossible. That's why managing their use of magic is vital for the mages we have here.
[with a huff that's unmistakeably, though quietly, frustrated, he adds;]
Maybe if our beastmaster prefect points it out, they'll take it easier.
no subject
but she doesn't know how that would actually be possible, so she just sighs lightly yand squeezes his hand when he rubs her knuckles.]
I can try to help. But... I dunno if they will listen. [she makes a face.] Trey-pai argued with me and then tried to bribe me into not being mad at him with sweets when I went off on him about using magic without his magestone the other week.
And you have to admit he's usually less contrary than the rest of you.