[She’s upside-down. She’s upside-down and she’s a genius, and he could throw all manner of adulation at her feet were he not surrounded by extreme heat and starting to flag from exhaustion. (And were she not upside-down, either.)
And she’s rushing towards him, except Henry doesn’t know what she intends to do next, but then she’s casting once more, and a disc-like shape forms and slides across the lava’s surface as though Sprezzatura were its invisible tether. Nearer, and nearer, until it’s practically just feet away.]
Is this solid—?
[He can’t imagine it wouldn’t be, but confirmation would be nice. If he died because he assumed too much that she would be hilarious, right. (No.)]
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And she’s rushing towards him, except Henry doesn’t know what she intends to do next, but then she’s casting once more, and a disc-like shape forms and slides across the lava’s surface as though Sprezzatura were its invisible tether. Nearer, and nearer, until it’s practically just feet away.]
Is this solid—?
[He can’t imagine it wouldn’t be, but confirmation would be nice. If he died because he assumed too much that she would be hilarious, right. (No.)]