Daine shakes her head. It's not all right, and his forgiveness isn't worth much if he has no idea what she's talking about because he doesn't remember anything.
When he slumps forward, Daine reaches for him instinctively. There's light pouring out of him again, too much for her hands to contain, and she squints her eyes against the sudden brightness. "Gabriel? What's happening?"
And then he's gone. Everything's gone. She's surrounded by just... nothing. Daine turns in a circle, or tries to, but it's impossible to tell if she's really moving when the view is the same in every direction. "Gabriel?" she calls, but her voice sounds strangely muffled. "Gabriel!"
Nothing.
In a panic, she takes hawk shape, her wings beating frantically as she tries to escape, but there's no distance to cover. She might as well be hovering in place. She drops to the ground, panting, and then realizes that at least there seems to be a ground of some sort. Shifting into badger shape, she tries to dig, but whatever surface she's on seems to bend and flow around her claws. She leaves no mark.
Nothing.
Daine's still in badger shape when Gabriel returns, bringing a welcome change of scenery with him. Her claws sink into dirt, and she lets out a relieved whuff as she rakes through it. The ground is distracting enough that she barely glimpses the burning city before they're suddenly back in the base again. Blinking, she takes human shape again.
"Gabriel!" She almost wants to throw her arms around him in relief - and to make sure he doesn't go off and leave her again - but the state of his wings stays her. A hug would probably just hurt him. She settles for resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh." Relief swamps her again; she'd much rather this be a dream than reality. "Good." Well, good for her - Gabriel still looks awful. "What happened to you?" she asks, picking up a feather before she can remember it might not be a good idea for her to touch them. Nothing terrible happens - honestly, it just looks like an ordinary feather, if overlarge - and she sets it down in front of him before reaching for another. If he doesn't have the strength to gather them up, she can.
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When he slumps forward, Daine reaches for him instinctively. There's light pouring out of him again, too much for her hands to contain, and she squints her eyes against the sudden brightness. "Gabriel? What's happening?"
And then he's gone. Everything's gone. She's surrounded by just... nothing. Daine turns in a circle, or tries to, but it's impossible to tell if she's really moving when the view is the same in every direction. "Gabriel?" she calls, but her voice sounds strangely muffled. "Gabriel!"
Nothing.
In a panic, she takes hawk shape, her wings beating frantically as she tries to escape, but there's no distance to cover. She might as well be hovering in place. She drops to the ground, panting, and then realizes that at least there seems to be a ground of some sort. Shifting into badger shape, she tries to dig, but whatever surface she's on seems to bend and flow around her claws. She leaves no mark.
Nothing.
Daine's still in badger shape when Gabriel returns, bringing a welcome change of scenery with him. Her claws sink into dirt, and she lets out a relieved whuff as she rakes through it. The ground is distracting enough that she barely glimpses the burning city before they're suddenly back in the base again. Blinking, she takes human shape again.
"Gabriel!" She almost wants to throw her arms around him in relief - and to make sure he doesn't go off and leave her again - but the state of his wings stays her. A hug would probably just hurt him. She settles for resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh." Relief swamps her again; she'd much rather this be a dream than reality. "Good." Well, good for her - Gabriel still looks awful. "What happened to you?" she asks, picking up a feather before she can remember it might not be a good idea for her to touch them. Nothing terrible happens - honestly, it just looks like an ordinary feather, if overlarge - and she sets it down in front of him before reaching for another. If he doesn't have the strength to gather them up, she can.