[For a moment, he wonders if she’s going to just run over the lava—is she that resistant?—until no, she stops herself just short, and Henry realizes they’re not so lucky, are they.
But Sprezzatura’s a smart woman. Surely she has something in her repertoire of magic that can be of some use, and Henry trusts that she’s clever enough to manage it—
Since when could she climb walls?
He cranes his neck up to watch her, but the table lists again, and Henry staggers forward. His foot almost delves straight into the lava, which would have been very bad, but he readjusts at the last second.]
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But Sprezzatura’s a smart woman. Surely she has something in her repertoire of magic that can be of some use, and Henry trusts that she’s clever enough to manage it—
Since when could she climb walls?
He cranes his neck up to watch her, but the table lists again, and Henry staggers forward. His foot almost delves straight into the lava, which would have been very bad, but he readjusts at the last second.]
Sprezzatura.
[kinda sorta hanging in there]