𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙.

[thunderproof]

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crystal.

[byblow]

Adaaaaaaaalia.

[ Sing-song. It is possibly an obscenely early hour. ]

[thunderproof]

❰ there is a long stretch of silence, and then a muffled grumbling, and then a loud THUMP, and less-muffled grumbling. ❱

Mmmmrfgl?

❰ guess who was asleep and fell out of bed in her attempt to get at her crystal. ❱

[byblow]

Oh.

[ Adorable. But he stops being sing-song and instead gets louder: ]

Adalia! Adalia? Can you hear me? I think you’ve been swallowed by a tusket. But don’t worry! I’ll rescue you.

[thunderproof]

Noooooo, ❰ comes a whine, loud and somehow soft at the same time. the crystal is held close to adalia's mouth as she curls up on the floor, having deemed the prospect of sitting up to return to bed too daunting a task. the floor will do fine for now. ❱

Why. Why this.

❰ what do you want, alistair, except to save her from the tusket that is the blanket burrito she's tangled in? ❱

[byblow]

I’d heard there was a tusket invasion—

[ But that’s as far as he can stretch it. He still sounds a little bit like he wants to laugh, when he goes on, but otherwise more serious. ]

I have to go do something, today, before the thing I have to do moves somewhere else and we lose it, and I need someone who looks sort of harmless but can destroy everything if it comes down to it. So... do you have plans?