[Mel can hear clatter outside the study, but at this point, her leg refuses to let her walk, less run, and she drags herself over to one of the chairs, hissing at the growing pain in her leg. It's very cold to the touch and numb, and Mel has the impression that if anything hits her leg, it will shatter like glass.
She looks up when he runs into the study himself, sighing in relief, happy he managed to get away. She doesn't hear any other commotion outside so unless they hear more bombarding and shuffling, they should be good.
Her eyes glance back at her leg,] It does. Whatever those snowballs are, they are infused with some sort of ice magic. I can barely feel my thigh. [And at this pace, it's going to reach her knee as well.]
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She looks up when he runs into the study himself, sighing in relief, happy he managed to get away. She doesn't hear any other commotion outside so unless they hear more bombarding and shuffling, they should be good.
Her eyes glance back at her leg,] It does. Whatever those snowballs are, they are infused with some sort of ice magic. I can barely feel my thigh. [And at this pace, it's going to reach her knee as well.]