[It hadn't exactly registered for him, either. Instead he ran with hands clutched, idea in mind that he needed to start bringing his knife wherever he went, for lack of any flame magic. Fire Lances would have made short work of these, but he couldn't so much as conjure a spark. Shame...
Once breaths were short, he stopped for air, heart racing as he wasn't exactly a swordsman of thick arms and thicker upper trunk. His body was... decidedly average for a man of his age, subtle angles and fine lines against his skin marking musculature that could be more prominent if he took up a heavy blade and trained, but he was more for tossing fireballs. It was a sight he soon realized when he looked up, saw her, widened his eyes, then turned to himself.]
...Oh.
[Oh indeed. He wasn't exactly of sound mind to even make a joke. Not after what he'd admitted to her.]
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Once breaths were short, he stopped for air, heart racing as he wasn't exactly a swordsman of thick arms and thicker upper trunk. His body was... decidedly average for a man of his age, subtle angles and fine lines against his skin marking musculature that could be more prominent if he took up a heavy blade and trained, but he was more for tossing fireballs. It was a sight he soon realized when he looked up, saw her, widened his eyes, then turned to himself.]
...Oh.
[Oh indeed. He wasn't exactly of sound mind to even make a joke. Not after what he'd admitted to her.]