Dolly hesitates for what might be a crucial moment, and Smokeless Jade Fires frowns. She makes herself an aspect of concern for just a moment, as her best and goodest girl flinches from what needs to be done. But after all, why shouldn't she? There was only one cloth capable of being the hub for this moment, one line of transfer that the goddess knew better than any other.

"You can do this," Jade says, and touches her wife's shoulder. She squats, half-covering the gorgeous girl's back, reaching in there along with her, their arms together as Dolly lays the fingers of her glove into place. "I am always with you. I am here, and in the streams of the universe, and in your heart, and by your side. The Red Band themselves, with all their goddesses, couldn't keep us apart. So heed my command, and--"

[i]Dolly lets go. The goddess vanishes, a sudden absence of heat. But there's no time to think about that, or to do anything but what she needs to do. "Okay," she says, straightening, fiddling with her zipper in initially feigned self-consciousness. She doesn't have time to actually get flustered over how low it got in front of this stranger, who was definitely looking, and, and, she, gosh, she'll have to, talk to Jade about this later. Maybe Jade will fully unzip her in front of Angela and, and, focus, on point, Mirror! "That, I should go check and see if, the broadcast! Fixed! I think I've got it, just don't mess with that any further and we should be good!"

There is no reaction from Jade, no snicker or touch or snide comment. Her neck is very bare.[/i]