[very slowly, remaining quiet, Fever unholsters her staff from her back. the creature comes closer, closer - but this is Ivriss's prey.
and there's a subtle change over Fever, at the idea of fighting again. a readiness, a drive, a coiled spring of tension that's about to burst forth. the air is thick, charged like the pressure of an oncoming storm, but she waits.
because she can, now. she can wait, she can behave herself without agony.]
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and there's a subtle change over Fever, at the idea of fighting again. a readiness, a drive, a coiled spring of tension that's about to burst forth. the air is thick, charged like the pressure of an oncoming storm, but she waits.
because she can, now. she can wait, she can behave herself without agony.]