[ Magic?, Red wonders, having seen it before and felt it used on him too, but that was a scrape, nothing compared the punishment handed out today. Green's answer doesn't stop him from staring at him, doesn't rid the concern from his face, Red looking him from up to down and then back like it isn't enough.
Because no, it's not his imagination. His tilted brow turns inward, concern turning to something hotter. ]
You should be resting. At least sit down -- were you heading back to your rover?
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Because no, it's not his imagination. His tilted brow turns inward, concern turning to something hotter. ]
You should be resting. At least sit down -- were you heading back to your rover?