[It takes her longer than it should only because she doesn't want to believe it. Confusion turns to dread.]
[Her staff clatters to the ground. Raine strides across the room toward him, stopping only at the edge of the circle, hesitating. Her instinct is to go to him, but disturbing any of the hasty sigilwork is almost certainly unwise.]
No-- Solomon, you're--
[She's lost for words. Tell her she's wrong. Tell her you mean something else. Please. She will happily be laughed at for jumping to the worst possible conclusion.]
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[It takes her longer than it should only because she doesn't want to believe it. Confusion turns to dread.]
[Her staff clatters to the ground. Raine strides across the room toward him, stopping only at the edge of the circle, hesitating. Her instinct is to go to him, but disturbing any of the hasty sigilwork is almost certainly unwise.]
No-- Solomon, you're--
[She's lost for words. Tell her she's wrong. Tell her you mean something else. Please. She will happily be laughed at for jumping to the worst possible conclusion.]