[She counters it immediately, and while her dreamotion is still on the mend, she wraps her hands over his arm and lets it flow unbidden, regardless of how much she needs to push out to get it. She'll try to melt it away, her flames—small as they are—spreading over him as she brings her lips to press against his forehead. There are tiny, dim buds of starflowers that grow along the vines, their petals quivering as they try to bloom.
She gives him another shake, firmer this time, the panic finding its way into her voice now.]
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She gives him another shake, firmer this time, the panic finding its way into her voice now.]
Eustace. Can you hear me?
[Stay calm. Don't scare him.]