[ She feels it before she sees it, that telltale sense of magic that sends a rush through her. It pulls her back into the room like a moth to a flame. Being in a world without aether has left Azem feeling out of sorts. Feeling something similar, something that feels so normal to her that she wants to grasp it and never let it go.
Everything about this energy reminds her of a high level cure spell casts by someone who focuses more on white magic than she does. It's soothing even if it's not directed at her.
After a moment spent basking in the familiar feeling she shakes herself out of it, remembering there's food that needs to be prepared. She quickly turns, shucking off her rain coat and setting it somewhere near the door before finding a sink to clean herself up as best she can. There's little that can be done for all of the mud and bloody rain that's clung to her lower half but at least she can clean up her face and hands. Once she's as clean as she's going to get she pokes around until she finds the kettle and sets about getting everything ready.
If Emily doesn't come find her before the noodles are done she'll return to the room to check on her. ]
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Everything about this energy reminds her of a high level cure spell casts by someone who focuses more on white magic than she does. It's soothing even if it's not directed at her.
After a moment spent basking in the familiar feeling she shakes herself out of it, remembering there's food that needs to be prepared. She quickly turns, shucking off her rain coat and setting it somewhere near the door before finding a sink to clean herself up as best she can. There's little that can be done for all of the mud and bloody rain that's clung to her lower half but at least she can clean up her face and hands. Once she's as clean as she's going to get she pokes around until she finds the kettle and sets about getting everything ready.
If Emily doesn't come find her before the noodles are done she'll return to the room to check on her. ]