[ She doesn't stay a yapping chihuahua for long (sorry, Jyn) and that in itself is enough to curb any further impulse to snap at her. Instead, he nods towards one of the nearby branches, weighed down by too many rapidly growing blossoms to count. Given the season, late summer winding towards autumn, the growth of the roots and vines are truly unprecendented. ]
Grab one of those flowers. Crush it between your hands when I tell you to.
[ Easy enough sounding, though he's also fully aware of how stupid it sounds. Like some old folk remedy suggested by a withered crone living in the mountains. But it's all he's got right now - all they've got. He can only hope the woman is willing to play along for a few minutes more. ]
Try not to make any loud noises if you can.
[ He probably should explain why, but he's always been a man of few words, doling out information only when neccessary. If she asks he'll answer, but in the meantime he works on his own preparations, both hands slowly lifting as he reviews the spell he's been given in his head. ]
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Grab one of those flowers. Crush it between your hands when I tell you to.
[ Easy enough sounding, though he's also fully aware of how stupid it sounds. Like some old folk remedy suggested by a withered crone living in the mountains. But it's all he's got right now - all they've got. He can only hope the woman is willing to play along for a few minutes more. ]
Try not to make any loud noises if you can.
[ He probably should explain why, but he's always been a man of few words, doling out information only when neccessary. If she asks he'll answer, but in the meantime he works on his own preparations, both hands slowly lifting as he reviews the spell he's been given in his head. ]