[ She's listening even as she starts to move for the bathroom. Demons? Coal tar are demons? She isn't sure if she should be more or less embarrassed that she's having this sort of reaction. She leaves the door open as she crosses the threshold into the bathroom and throws the water on. She runs her hands beneath it and then glares at the soap dispenser when she notices it's automated. Of course, it takes it's sweep time dispensing the soap and then she has to remove her hands and put them back under it several times before she's satisfied with the amount of soap in them and she can start to lather, during which she's struggling with that itchy sensation in the back of her throat.
This is just awful. She's still listening, though. ]
Airborne?
[ Airborne rot. She furrows her brows and starts scrubbing her hands, inwardly cursing. This would be so much easier if she could channel her energy properly. Is this a matter of chemistry? Under the water her hands go. ]
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This is just awful. She's still listening, though. ]
Airborne?
[ Airborne rot. She furrows her brows and starts scrubbing her hands, inwardly cursing. This would be so much easier if she could channel her energy properly. Is this a matter of chemistry? Under the water her hands go. ]
We're not from the same world.