[If he sounds tense, it's because he is. He can see his own reflection in his periphery, a dark-haired girl with a sweet, unassuming smile, and even if Ruth can't see it, it still makes him feel laid open.]
You're that mage. [Not a mage, she said.] Or— not. [beat] You were sick, before.
[It comes up at the end, like a question. Nice save.]
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[If he sounds tense, it's because he is. He can see his own reflection in his periphery, a dark-haired girl with a sweet, unassuming smile, and even if Ruth can't see it, it still makes him feel laid open.]
You're that mage. [Not a mage, she said.] Or— not. [beat] You were sick, before.
[It comes up at the end, like a question. Nice save.]