[She follows to peer out as well, but has to retreat almost immediately. Frustrated, she curls her good hand around her bad wrist; she needs to gain some control over this.]
I think... [She closes against even just the remembered pain of the first roar.] I think he's letting them feel what he does. I think. [There's a high note of panic.] I don't want to try to figure it out.
[She could touch a dragon... and then her head might explode. Fifty-fifty on that, pretty sure.]
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I think... [She closes against even just the remembered pain of the first roar.] I think he's letting them feel what he does. I think. [There's a high note of panic.] I don't want to try to figure it out.
[She could touch a dragon... and then her head might explode. Fifty-fifty on that, pretty sure.]