[ Sylvain's expression is puzzled as he meets Claude's gaze, although he keeps their fingers tangled for now, tucked down between their legs.
A moment later, he can feel the tingle of Claude's magic, but it doesn't feel anything like it usually does. Like a drip of water when usually there's so much more. His gaze flies to Claude's face again. ]
Barely anything. It couldn't just because we've been through a lot of shit today, right? [ Not that his magic normally wears out like that, not unless he's using a lot of it. Which means it's either being drained somehow, or dampened. Neither feels like a good option for them. ]
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[ Sylvain's expression is puzzled as he meets Claude's gaze, although he keeps their fingers tangled for now, tucked down between their legs.
A moment later, he can feel the tingle of Claude's magic, but it doesn't feel anything like it usually does. Like a drip of water when usually there's so much more. His gaze flies to Claude's face again. ]
Barely anything. It couldn't just because we've been through a lot of shit today, right? [ Not that his magic normally wears out like that, not unless he's using a lot of it. Which means it's either being drained somehow, or dampened. Neither feels like a good option for them. ]