[ She takes Geralt's hand when it's offered, and even just the way she grips at him that the whole display really took a lot from her. She doesn't know if it's like this for other people -- Nadine had once pointed out that this was all much harder for people like them, who come from worlds where magic doesn't actually exist. That even non-magic users from the other worlds have a leg up on them because at least they have a frame of reference, an idea.
There's a slight wobble to her step when she stands, but she steadies herself and straightens. Her knuckles are white around Geralt's fingers. Looking first at Jaskier, then around them at the red flowers, she takes a deep breath, heart still pounding.
You meant to do all that, right? ]
Well... fire, color. It's what I set out for.
[ Which, of course, means that she absolutely fucking did not mean to do all that. ]
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There's a slight wobble to her step when she stands, but she steadies herself and straightens. Her knuckles are white around Geralt's fingers. Looking first at Jaskier, then around them at the red flowers, she takes a deep breath, heart still pounding.
You meant to do all that, right? ]
Well... fire, color. It's what I set out for.
[ Which, of course, means that she absolutely fucking did not mean to do all that. ]