She landed on him. Her fall slowed by the spell she didn't break any bones - his or hers - but it still hurt. Less than it would have if he hand't gotten under her to share the pain, though. She rolled off of him and shoved to her feet, where the Dalmatians...." and then a hissing sound from her bag. She made a frustrated sound and knelt, digging through the bag until she pulled out the now leaking spray paint can. She fished out a spare shirt quickly from another pouch of the bag and wrapped the can in it.
She wasn't ignoring the fact that she wasn't alone, of course. She was tense, ready to spring, waiting. And anyway, a spray paint can wrapped in a shirt made a good weapon and she had a knife too if needed. And magic, if it worked wherever she was. This could still be Diatu. She wasn't sure. But if it was, her knife would do her better than her magic.
Of course if she could actually sleep in an actual room, she might be better rested an ready to take on a possible foe. But Sylvano....
No, be mad at him later. Be ready now, while pretending to not feel threatened at all.
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Date: 2023-06-02 02:02 am (UTC)She wasn't ignoring the fact that she wasn't alone, of course. She was tense, ready to spring, waiting. And anyway, a spray paint can wrapped in a shirt made a good weapon and she had a knife too if needed. And magic, if it worked wherever she was. This could still be Diatu. She wasn't sure. But if it was, her knife would do her better than her magic.
Of course if she could actually sleep in an actual room, she might be better rested an ready to take on a possible foe. But Sylvano....
No, be mad at him later. Be ready now, while pretending to not feel threatened at all.