[ Belle wishes she'd been able to prepare, but she's used to a town and asphalt now, where things are somewhat more rooted. She can handle a cloud of dark magic, but maybe not what amounts to a hurricane. It's fine.
She takes a look in the same direction he does, grimacing at the beating it took. ]
Is that yours? Do you need some help? [ Once it dries, yes, of course, but she has trouble sometimes with that instinct that says action, now.]
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She takes a look in the same direction he does, grimacing at the beating it took. ]
Is that yours? Do you need some help? [ Once it dries, yes, of course, but she has trouble sometimes with that instinct that says action, now. ]