[u][i]Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ[/i][/u]

A familiar voice caught Desdemona’s attention, it was Nodah reaching out his hand, "How fares your cut?" he asked while she examined the patterns on his skin. Opening the palm of her hand, the abrasion stopped bleeding “This is nothing.” Desdemona replies. “[i]He’s probably in more pain than me.[/i]” she cringed at the thought of being struck by lightning, “You should be glad the barrier prevented fatal wounds.” Desdemona adds.