[ Seeing the worm shudder like that stops Lux in her tracks, rooting her to the spot in the thought that, even after all that, it might still be alive. That somehow he hadn't been able to stop it, and that makes her throat tighten and her mouth run dry as a crackle of light begins to weave between her fingertips. If it was not then she would finish the job, if not for that creature's salvation but out of anguish and frustration as well. If he lost his life and that beast was still alive...
But instead, something pierces through the vileling. For a moment she doesn't see the blood that sprays from the now quite dead creature, nor does she hear the gentle sizzle as it burns through bits of underbrush, and it's a good thing that she stopped when she did or else she might have been caught herself. No, her gaze is transfixed on the bloodsoaked boy standing there still as a statue. She doesn't even notice that she's holding her breath then, and it isn't until he collapses forward, grasping his sword like it's the only thing keeping him up. Like a marionette whose strings have suddenly been cut.
In that moment, it doesn't matter how dangerous or careless it is or that she might end up in worse shape than he is now—just that she reaches him before he finally collapses. And she does manage to make it in time, throwing her arms around him and letting the boy fall into him, lowering them both down slowly. Her hands tremble against his back, and she takes a few deep breaths. ]
I've got you, you're all right... It's over.
[ It's hard to say if those words are for him, or for herself. ]
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But instead, something pierces through the vileling. For a moment she doesn't see the blood that sprays from the now quite dead creature, nor does she hear the gentle sizzle as it burns through bits of underbrush, and it's a good thing that she stopped when she did or else she might have been caught herself. No, her gaze is transfixed on the bloodsoaked boy standing there still as a statue. She doesn't even notice that she's holding her breath then, and it isn't until he collapses forward, grasping his sword like it's the only thing keeping him up. Like a marionette whose strings have suddenly been cut.
In that moment, it doesn't matter how dangerous or careless it is or that she might end up in worse shape than he is now—just that she reaches him before he finally collapses. And she does manage to make it in time, throwing her arms around him and letting the boy fall into him, lowering them both down slowly. Her hands tremble against his back, and she takes a few deep breaths. ]
I've got you, you're all right... It's over.
[ It's hard to say if those words are for him, or for herself. ]