[He wouldβve remarked he could have caught the bottle if he had known what was going through her head, but maybe a little bit of gratitude is needed that he neednβt rely on hand-eye coordination in his current state. At any rate, Stephen takes the bottle, opens it up and gives him a moment to down two of the pills. He snaps the cap back on, raising a brow at her sudden alarm.
Really, sheβs worried about her Kindle, interrupting his intriguing spigot of newfound information about a so-called Witch King? This seems needlessly mundane, but he reminds himself that he was the one who crashed in, literally, to someone elseβs home.]
Probably fell in-between the couch cushions. [Helpful. More helpful, though:] Here, letβs see.
[He casts a quick spell, with amber shining at his fingertips for just a moment, and everything small-ish that had rested on the floor floats upwards, mid-air so that they can see. Spot your Kindle in the mess, Amelia?]
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Really, sheβs worried about her Kindle, interrupting his intriguing spigot of newfound information about a so-called Witch King? This seems needlessly mundane, but he reminds himself that he was the one who crashed in, literally, to someone elseβs home.]
Probably fell in-between the couch cushions. [Helpful. More helpful, though:] Here, letβs see.
[He casts a quick spell, with amber shining at his fingertips for just a moment, and everything small-ish that had rested on the floor floats upwards, mid-air so that they can see. Spot your Kindle in the mess, Amelia?]