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Akagalcia stopped chewing, watching as he borrowed again. She could only smell it before, but now with a bit of drink it sent tingles all over her skin. She fought the urge to hug herself and press the sensation away, squinting at her own revulsion. Compose... acclimate. Soot and shadow, even borrowing felt different. Why did it have to feel so painful? She opened her eyes, looking up at Rave with concern. <Doesn't that cause you pain? It's so hard to flex and reach...> "...everything I do seems to hurt just a little. A strange pain, like a stitch in my side." She flicked held up her free hand, snapping her fingers to leave a cluster of orange embers on her thumb...

...and with it, the pain. Not from the heat. She could fold the heat in on itself. It was the collection of heat, and the sustaining of it. Just holding the field was an effort. She winced again and Rave could if he thought about it experience the exact pain she was feeling. It was like a beacon showing up out of the corner of his eye. As though the body of her mind were somehow pressing against his, trying to draw his attention.