She points a finger gun at Childermass and makes a click, apparently signalling that he's correct. She puts her hands on her hips.
"I'm dying for real, yes, but... it is a temporary problem. I guess I could stand to be less cryptic about this, hmm? But... the surprise is really the only fun part of this happening so... bear with me."
She stretches her arms and more ash falls off. Her silhouette has been thoroughly mangled by this process already.
"Most of the time this doesn't come up... but fae do have their limits. I have a limit of energy, and between fighting that demon, and then the Summer Court... and then trying to write everything that mad spell did to us. I guess I have to pack it in for a while. Not long, though. Even by your standards."
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"I'm dying for real, yes, but... it is a temporary problem. I guess I could stand to be less cryptic about this, hmm? But... the surprise is really the only fun part of this happening so... bear with me."
She stretches her arms and more ash falls off. Her silhouette has been thoroughly mangled by this process already.
"Most of the time this doesn't come up... but fae do have their limits. I have a limit of energy, and between fighting that demon, and then the Summer Court... and then trying to write everything that mad spell did to us. I guess I have to pack it in for a while. Not long, though. Even by your standards."