[ It was likely not his intention, but the defensive way he responds brings home a point Ellana had not been able to clearly see before now: his age. It's been some time since she's been dealing with many young men or women closely, and those who hovered on the brink of adulthood were those most sensitive to being spoken with in ways they might believe are lectures. It's odd, the way that makes her pause, if only because it reminds her more of being back with her clan than the years of work that followed after Corypheus wreaked his havoc.
It's a strange nostalgia to have, quirking her lips up at the corner with a faint pang of an old heartsickness. She should take the time to stop by Wycome and visit her clan's Keeper. One doesn't necessarily go home... but one can remember.
Who knows if she'll have the time or not.
She nudges the thought to the side, feeling this is neither the time nor place. Instead, she wisely holds off from responding to his exclamation. When he follows up with his second statement, she says: ]
Thank you.
[ And nothing more.
... Or nothing more until she catches the movement of those shadows, to which her response is immediate. Eyes widening, she brings her amputated arm around, the pinned up sleeve pointing toward Brett. She calls out: ]
Watch out!
[ Says it into the breathing apparatus at the same time as she mentally shouts, sending a burst of concentrated magical energy to force back whatever was advancing on the both of them. Her hold on the barrier keeping the Stalker in falters, then strengthens again through an act of willpower that leaves her feeling a little lightheaded. Eesh... there has to be more effective ways of moving around than only swimming on her own, but they might be in danger from more than the Stalker right now, and she needs to keep that in mind.
She won't really be able to effectively fight like this, but she'll do her damndest, and she'll call out for anyone else nearby to assist in at least pulling the young man back out if things go suddenly south.
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It's a strange nostalgia to have, quirking her lips up at the corner with a faint pang of an old heartsickness. She should take the time to stop by Wycome and visit her clan's Keeper. One doesn't necessarily go home... but one can remember.
Who knows if she'll have the time or not.
She nudges the thought to the side, feeling this is neither the time nor place. Instead, she wisely holds off from responding to his exclamation. When he follows up with his second statement, she says: ]
Thank you.
[ And nothing more.
... Or nothing more until she catches the movement of those shadows, to which her response is immediate. Eyes widening, she brings her amputated arm around, the pinned up sleeve pointing toward Brett. She calls out: ]
Watch out!
[ Says it into the breathing apparatus at the same time as she mentally shouts, sending a burst of concentrated magical energy to force back whatever was advancing on the both of them. Her hold on the barrier keeping the Stalker in falters, then strengthens again through an act of willpower that leaves her feeling a little lightheaded. Eesh... there has to be more effective ways of moving around than only swimming on her own, but they might be in danger from more than the Stalker right now, and she needs to keep that in mind.
She won't really be able to effectively fight like this, but she'll do her damndest, and she'll call out for anyone else nearby to assist in at least pulling the young man back out if things go suddenly south.
(Brett. Use your words, young man!) ]