[Again, weak humor disguised as an actual observation. But in the seriousness of the moment, she crosses her arms over her chest and offers as genuine an explanation as she can give. She trusted Kyle, and he deserved to know the truth.]
We were fighting Klarion. Or, rather, he was wiping the forrest floor with us. My magic had almost no effect. Robin and Artemis were out cold. The others were barely holding on.
[She'd lost count of how many times she'd had to talk about the encounter by now. Too many times. Each worse than the last, because she knew how wrong she had been, and what would come of her rash decisions.]
no subject
[Again, weak humor disguised as an actual observation. But in the seriousness of the moment, she crosses her arms over her chest and offers as genuine an explanation as she can give. She trusted Kyle, and he deserved to know the truth.]
We were fighting Klarion. Or, rather, he was wiping the forrest floor with us. My magic had almost no effect. Robin and Artemis were out cold. The others were barely holding on.
[She'd lost count of how many times she'd had to talk about the encounter by now. Too many times. Each worse than the last, because she knew how wrong she had been, and what would come of her rash decisions.]
I had no choice.