[ Cisco leans into the bracing weight of Lucretia's hand on his shoulder. When she offers to cast a spell on him, something that would free his thoughts from external influences, he drops his hands, looking at her with sudden hope. It doesn't occur to him to ask what the spell is, how it will work, if there are any risks. Instead, he just gives a small, unquestioning nod. ]
Of course.
[ As if it would never even occur to him to say no, or doubt the efficacy of her spells against whatever enchantment the flower has put over both of them. Lucretia is powerful, and right now, he trusts her completely and without hesitation. Before she even casts it, he says, gratefully: ]
no subject
Of course.
[ As if it would never even occur to him to say no, or doubt the efficacy of her spells against whatever enchantment the flower has put over both of them. Lucretia is powerful, and right now, he trusts her completely and without hesitation. Before she even casts it, he says, gratefully: ]
Thank you, Lucretia.