No sharpness, no aggravation, no exasperation. He speaks almost absently, like speech is a silly optional thing. All the Psiioniic's attention is on the troll in his arms and the glowing, flickering red-blue web that is twisting around them like a delicate spider's nest. His own head is bowed, shining eyes half-closed.
"I'm not moving from here." Not until she can be fixed.
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No sharpness, no aggravation, no exasperation. He speaks almost absently, like speech is a silly optional thing. All the Psiioniic's attention is on the troll in his arms and the glowing, flickering red-blue web that is twisting around them like a delicate spider's nest. His own head is bowed, shining eyes half-closed.
"I'm not moving from here." Not until she can be fixed.