(Her discomfort ebbs slightly when the stranger loosens their grip, allows her to wiggle her fingers momentarily. It's the only way they're able to see, she reminds herself, and tries to ignore it.)
About the magic, I mean– have you... just arrived? (Well, that uh. That makes this even trickier, because now there's no way Lucretia can gently bring them to somebody who wouldn't be remiss to hold their hand for the day. They don't have anybody like that. She's hardly one to leave somebody who requires help, either... she exhales shortly, resists the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration.)
It... wouldn't be forever, (she says, reluctantly,) we're working on a cure, though I don't know how long it will be.
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(Her discomfort ebbs slightly when the stranger loosens their grip, allows her to wiggle her fingers momentarily. It's the only way they're able to see, she reminds herself, and tries to ignore it.)
About the magic, I mean– have you... just arrived? (Well, that uh. That makes this even trickier, because now there's no way Lucretia can gently bring them to somebody who wouldn't be remiss to hold their hand for the day. They don't have anybody like that. She's hardly one to leave somebody who requires help, either... she exhales shortly, resists the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration.)
It... wouldn't be forever, (she says, reluctantly,) we're working on a cure, though I don't know how long it will be.