[She should have, she tells herself. She really, really should have.
She doesn't respond. The fangs aren't nearly as alarming as the eyes, and she's already adjusted to that. The summoning of the weapon does raise an eyebrow- that would be the angelic weapon, that he spoke of, clearly-
Azula, this isn't the time to be gathering information.
No, no, that was useful for clearing obstacles, she doesn't have the energy or oxygen to spare doing it herself. She's already pulling Shealtiel along- unnecessarily, perhaps, she's not sure why it's her immediate impulse- with one arm, the other hand extended to keep the flames at bay as they hurry through the now-cleared doorway, and-
And this room is in as bad of shape as the other. She grits her teeth, trying to keep her focus, but she feels her control slipping, and as the blue runs through the flames ahead of them it falters and flickers, and she suddenly doubles over with an aggravated cough, the blue faltering and fading from the fire entirely. She lets out a harsh growl of frustration.]
No. No. You will do this right.
[She's clearly talking to herself, though her last word is choked off by more harsh coughing, and the arm that had been urging him along is instead holding him for support momentarily. Fortunately, it passes.]
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She doesn't respond. The fangs aren't nearly as alarming as the eyes, and she's already adjusted to that. The summoning of the weapon does raise an eyebrow- that would be the angelic weapon, that he spoke of, clearly-
Azula, this isn't the time to be gathering information.
No, no, that was useful for clearing obstacles, she doesn't have the energy or oxygen to spare doing it herself. She's already pulling Shealtiel along- unnecessarily, perhaps, she's not sure why it's her immediate impulse- with one arm, the other hand extended to keep the flames at bay as they hurry through the now-cleared doorway, and-
And this room is in as bad of shape as the other. She grits her teeth, trying to keep her focus, but she feels her control slipping, and as the blue runs through the flames ahead of them it falters and flickers, and she suddenly doubles over with an aggravated cough, the blue faltering and fading from the fire entirely. She lets out a harsh growl of frustration.]
No. No. You will do this right.
[She's clearly talking to herself, though her last word is choked off by more harsh coughing, and the arm that had been urging him along is instead holding him for support momentarily. Fortunately, it passes.]