[ She instinctively bristles at the sight of the magic glow, as if preparing herself for a confrontation of some kind, but then she quickly disarms. Right. Friendly. It's been hard to let her guard down, lately. ]
Magic. That's ... spiffy. [ She rubs her more-injured arm. ] Don't these things usually come with a consent form?
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[ She instinctively bristles at the sight of the magic glow, as if preparing herself for a confrontation of some kind, but then she quickly disarms. Right. Friendly. It's been hard to let her guard down, lately. ]
Magic. That's ... spiffy. [ She rubs her more-injured arm. ] Don't these things usually come with a consent form?