[And he gets a front row seat to that guilt and anxiety, but she doesn't pull her hand back. It seems like a stupid thing to hide after how open they've been with each other. Her hand is still a little difficult to flex, but judging by the relatively simple bandage, it could have been worse.
She wrinkles her nose at the question, crossing her arms awkwardly. Usually, she'd make a joke about those observations, but she's not on her game today.]
Uh... What? Nathan Lowell. The guy who had magic back home like me.
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She wrinkles her nose at the question, crossing her arms awkwardly. Usually, she'd make a joke about those observations, but she's not on her game today.]
Uh... What? Nathan Lowell. The guy who had magic back home like me.