[Once again Eustace could only curse his current form. No matter how hard he tried to struggle against the guards, they were overpowering him. Even if this is just a dream, if he gets hurt here, the mental damage it could cause her...this could twist into a terrible nightmare—]
Lyria—!
[But just as he tries to call out to her, there's a blinding flash of light from her crystal and immediately he realizes she's summoning. What he has no idea until he sees the blue water serpent rise above him. As soon as he feels the grips of the guards loosen, he wrestles his way free, but it's then that he feels a small body slam into him. Immediately he's knocked to the floor, but he just wraps his arms around her instead, concentrating. Now that he didn't have to struggle against the guards, he could put his complete focus into one thought:
Protecting Lyria.
Just as the waters rush over them, ice erupts around them to create a thick, solid dome around them. It muffles the sound of the screams and water that batters against it, the walls shuddering under the impact of the raging torrents that flood through the halls. But Eustace just keeps Lyria pressed closed to his chest, his hand over her ear so she doesn't have to see or hear any of it. So that all she has to listen to is the sound of his beating heart and be embraced in his warmth.
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Lyria—!
[But just as he tries to call out to her, there's a blinding flash of light from her crystal and immediately he realizes she's summoning. What he has no idea until he sees the blue water serpent rise above him. As soon as he feels the grips of the guards loosen, he wrestles his way free, but it's then that he feels a small body slam into him. Immediately he's knocked to the floor, but he just wraps his arms around her instead, concentrating. Now that he didn't have to struggle against the guards, he could put his complete focus into one thought:
Protecting Lyria.
Just as the waters rush over them, ice erupts around them to create a thick, solid dome around them. It muffles the sound of the screams and water that batters against it, the walls shuddering under the impact of the raging torrents that flood through the halls. But Eustace just keeps Lyria pressed closed to his chest, his hand over her ear so she doesn't have to see or hear any of it. So that all she has to listen to is the sound of his beating heart and be embraced in his warmth.
Until at least there is nothing but silence.]