[She moves to step toward him and almost falls. Vie grips the wall to keep balance, muttering a curse under her breath.]
Okay.
[Think Vie. Think.]
Okay, let's just...
[Why the hell can't she think of anything. The wings on her back twitch and flex, extending a little before falling closed again. This is all going to take some getting used to. Wings she wouldn't mind but if Hawke is left like this then she'll gladly give them up.
[Not!Audio]
Okay.
[Think Vie. Think.]
Okay, let's just...
[Why the hell can't she think of anything. The wings on her back twitch and flex, extending a little before falling closed again. This is all going to take some getting used to. Wings she wouldn't mind but if Hawke is left like this then she'll gladly give them up.
Finally an idea hits her.]
Your journal. Get your journal.