At the very least... [Benedikta's brow furrows.] We've managed to cull the problem. No more men will be lured into their trap.
[Magic lights up at her fingertip, and unlike her usual wind magic, this is different—it's made up entirely of just pure aether that she draws from her body, the specks of light that flicker from it blue in colour rather than her signature green, and she brings close to the sofa, where already, the scent of burning velvet can be picked up, but she pauses.
...
....
And something like a voice in the back of her mind compels her to ask because god damn it, why the hell does she even care?]
... Are you feeling all right?
[Not in the physical sense but more the "two 'women' just tried to trap him forever so that they could suck the life right out of him" sense.]
no subject
[Magic lights up at her fingertip, and unlike her usual wind magic, this is different—it's made up entirely of just pure aether that she draws from her body, the specks of light that flicker from it blue in colour rather than her signature green, and she brings close to the sofa, where already, the scent of burning velvet can be picked up, but she pauses.
...
....
And something like a voice in the back of her mind compels her to ask because god damn it, why the hell does she even care?]
... Are you feeling all right?
[Not in the physical sense but more the "two 'women' just tried to trap him forever so that they could suck the life right out of him" sense.]