Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-28358106-20170815235724

(S9/Ant) Antoinette watches the spell and its immediate effect on Maria, and for a few moments, her heart swells with hope. She tries to think of any reason why she shouldn't, but she finally comes to the realization that if she doesn't do this now, she may never get another chance.

"...Very well," she finally says. "I trust you." She closes her eyes and waits...

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Thomas sighs and shakes his head, smiling at Lilrava. He closes his eyes and speaks in the Elven tongue.

[It always baffled me how observant you Elves are. Able to spy a caterpillar on a branch from a hill's length away.]

Sighing, he sits on a nearby crate, his arms resting on his knees. He pats the spot next to himself, indicating where he wants her to sit. He folds his hands.

[Perhaps I haven't paid attention all this time, when I should have been. Perhaps, as the doctor's saying goes, I did not see the symptoms for the patient. Perhaps I have been selfish. Knowing what you know of me, do you think that may be the case?] He looks to the ground in self-reflection.