[ With his arm wrapped around her, she also (mentally) prepares herself that is the trip of warping, and--
Oh.
Oh that's embarrassing. She's just being held by his after-image. Idly, she waves a hand through the lingering blue-light, distorting the silhouette. It simultaneously feels like power has imprinted into space itself, while also imparting a vacuum behind. It's enchanting, in a way, and it prickles her fingertips before it fades. ]
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Oh.
Oh that's embarrassing. She's just being held by his after-image. Idly, she waves a hand through the lingering blue-light, distorting the silhouette. It simultaneously feels like power has imprinted into space itself, while also imparting a vacuum behind. It's enchanting, in a way, and it prickles her fingertips before it fades. ]