[As long as one of them doesn’t start rapidly de-aging, it’s not the worst crazy probably-metaphysical storm she’s dealt with.
Thunder rolls in, she can feel it rumble through the door as much as she can hear it and he flinches, the sword’s light flickering ominously in time with the storm’s disruption. Without knowledge of the two’s unique connection, it’s easy to misinterpret the reaction as nerves, and who could blame anyone for being wary of storms after what they’d been through.]
It will pass eventually. [Reassuring, if not slightly misguided. She steps around the crate, moving back so Boxer can move it into place. It gives her a good chance to get a look at the sword propped against the wall behind him, it’s blue-green glow all that much brighter now that the windows and doors are shut.]
…Is that a weapon?
[The handle and hilt suggest as much, but the rest of it reminds her more of parts of her castle-ship.]
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Thunder rolls in, she can feel it rumble through the door as much as she can hear it and he flinches, the sword’s light flickering ominously in time with the storm’s disruption. Without knowledge of the two’s unique connection, it’s easy to misinterpret the reaction as nerves, and who could blame anyone for being wary of storms after what they’d been through.]
It will pass eventually. [Reassuring, if not slightly misguided. She steps around the crate, moving back so Boxer can move it into place. It gives her a good chance to get a look at the sword propped against the wall behind him, it’s blue-green glow all that much brighter now that the windows and doors are shut.]
…Is that a weapon?
[The handle and hilt suggest as much, but the rest of it reminds her more of parts of her castle-ship.]