[ Though Ange doesn't answer what Claude tells her, her silence is likely speaking enough in the face of a lack of words. After all, it's not like Ange ever hesitates to protest anything she doesn't agree with. As long as he means it, as long as he does think it applies to them both, then-- sure, Ange can agree with what he's saying. But there's no way in hell he's going to allow him to make some dumbass last stand while she runs.
She follows him right after, into the room. When she realises there's actually a bit of light here, she slowly lowers the tablet - not putting it away in case she needs to examine something, but at least they can look around a little without needing the light of the device for now.
.. not that there's much to see. For all their anticipation of some big monster, the room is surprisingly empty.
But when the girl looks around, she realises she's feeling more than she's seeing. Something that nags at her. A sense of something concentrated, something-- ]
There's.. magic here.
[ Not that there likely hasn't been some the entire time, given what was snuffing her own magic out, but it feels stronger here. Like it's resonating.
The girl frowns and tries to focus on the sensation, turning around until she can point to the wall that Claude may happen to have a hand on right now. ]
I can feel it from there. I don't know what it is, but-- I can feel it.
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She follows him right after, into the room. When she realises there's actually a bit of light here, she slowly lowers the tablet - not putting it away in case she needs to examine something, but at least they can look around a little without needing the light of the device for now.
.. not that there's much to see. For all their anticipation of some big monster, the room is surprisingly empty.
But when the girl looks around, she realises she's feeling more than she's seeing. Something that nags at her. A sense of something concentrated, something-- ]
There's.. magic here.
[ Not that there likely hasn't been some the entire time, given what was snuffing her own magic out, but it feels stronger here. Like it's resonating.
The girl frowns and tries to focus on the sensation, turning around until she can point to the wall that Claude may happen to have a hand on right now. ]
I can feel it from there. I don't know what it is, but-- I can feel it.