[And together it goes after a moment, melding back together as though it'd never been broken at all. Carlisle nods, seeming pleased.]
Good. Good good good. And you're not dead after all, so I suppose we can call that a, ah.
[And then the glass starts glowing along the cracks that had just been fixed, extraneous magic starting to seep through them. That's likely what he meant by it being 'too fixed.']
I thought I hit this back! My bad!
Good. Good good good. And you're not dead after all, so I suppose we can call that a, ah.
[And then the glass starts glowing along the cracks that had just been fixed, extraneous magic starting to seep through them. That's likely what he meant by it being 'too fixed.']