[ This clearly isn't her first time –something she tries to murmur, but her lips are as blue as the rest of her skin. All she can manage to get out is the persistent sound of her teeth clattering together and a vague sort of nod before she reaches towards her spine.
After having cleansed the blight repeatedly from far too many of Highstorm's citizens, the process of drawing out her shard has become like second nature to her. The only impediment is the constant numbness making her bones move like rusted hinges, a sensation further exacerbated by her cryomancy powers steadily enveloping the environment around her.
Urgent to stop it from worsening, she holds her shard out without any protest and gives her would-be savior a firm look in the eye to let him know that he's permitted to proceed. Even if he were to betray her and crush his shard in her palm right now, it would be better than the slow, painful death that awaits her, and she's not in much of a position to argue anyway. ]
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After having cleansed the blight repeatedly from far too many of Highstorm's citizens, the process of drawing out her shard has become like second nature to her. The only impediment is the constant numbness making her bones move like rusted hinges, a sensation further exacerbated by her cryomancy powers steadily enveloping the environment around her.
Urgent to stop it from worsening, she holds her shard out without any protest and gives her would-be savior a firm look in the eye to let him know that he's permitted to proceed. Even if he were to betray her and crush his shard in her palm right now, it would be better than the slow, painful death that awaits her, and she's not in much of a position to argue anyway. ]