[ Water pools within the skirt across her lap and around her in his arms as her body tries to fend off the cold. Shivering against him, the magus tries to make sense of his actions while fighting off the urge to pass out. ]
So what do you plan to do with me now that you're abducting me? Are you going to lock me up in a dungeon somewhere?
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So what do you plan to do with me now that you're abducting me? Are you going to lock me up in a dungeon somewhere?
[ The cold might have gotten to her already. ]