The mage hand curls, as Fever's does, so they can be holding hands. It's the best she can do, at present.
"I can imagine. You'd be quite striking, and you would have made it your own. Not his." She smiles. "Clearly, I simply need to track down an unearthly tailor, and ask them to take on a new project."
A small pause, though.
"We're going to get rid of him, Linette. Back to whatever foul tear in reality he clawed forth from, and it shall be mended. I swear it, and if we can manage it, you can spit in his eye before the banishment is finished."
Even she's not foolish enough to think they can kill this foe. His very nature might preclude it. But stopping him? Throwing him far, far away from the isle of toys he thought to make his own? That's very doable.
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"I can imagine. You'd be quite striking, and you would have made it your own. Not his." She smiles. "Clearly, I simply need to track down an unearthly tailor, and ask them to take on a new project."
A small pause, though.
"We're going to get rid of him, Linette. Back to whatever foul tear in reality he clawed forth from, and it shall be mended. I swear it, and if we can manage it, you can spit in his eye before the banishment is finished."
Even she's not foolish enough to think they can kill this foe. His very nature might preclude it. But stopping him? Throwing him far, far away from the isle of toys he thought to make his own? That's very doable.