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It seemed to only sweep away the slight trail it left, the sharp end still formed.
She went quiet, petting the bird in his lap thoughtfully before hesitating, looking up at him somewhat nervously as her voice softened. "Aug.....
He took a step back, unfolding his hands before sending a sort of projectile her way. It looked like a spear of smoke, traveling quickly toward her.
"What did you try to make?" she asked curiously.
Zad watched her curiously. If he had an eyebrow it would be raised, probably.
She settled beside him, an arm around his waist.
He followed, his hands behind his back.
"I won't, Aug."
"Shall we head outside?"
"I know."
"Physically or magically?'
She tilted her head before going into them, relaxing immediately.
"..Attack you?"
"I have," she agreed.
He opened it. "Yes?"
"I will," she said, her tone playful.
He stood, following. "Okay."
"I still want to help."
He frowned. "I don't think I should.."
"I still wish I could."
