[ Naminé, still lurking behind him, is going through her own feeling of strangeness. Ira has been such a comforting presence in her life, and to see a version of him that's so much colder... it doesn't sit right. Perhaps that's even more the case when blades are drawn and it becomes clear that a fight is inevitable.
The lass has no weapon to call to her side, but - still, dutifully, she draws her power to the ends of her fingertips. At the ready, as soon as she finds the right spell to apply it to. ]
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The lass has no weapon to call to her side, but - still, dutifully, she draws her power to the ends of her fingertips. At the ready, as soon as she finds the right spell to apply it to. ]