[Lucretia is almost right; he doesn't quite faint, but he does lose the strength too keep upright and he drops to one knee, managing to get the umbra staff down in time that he can brace against it, breathing hard as pain bursts across his skin.
It took longer than he expected for her to break the bubble and he took too much damage from his own damn spell in the meantime.]
Don't touch me.
[It's petulant, childish, but he doesn't care right now. The idea of her helping him up or giving any kind of shit about him makes his skin crawl, he'd rather pass out on the goddamn grass.
(He wishes he'd never asked about Sazed, now that he knows it wasn't her doing, the only person to blame is himself.)]
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It took longer than he expected for her to break the bubble and he took too much damage from his own damn spell in the meantime.]
Don't touch me.
[It's petulant, childish, but he doesn't care right now. The idea of her helping him up or giving any kind of shit about him makes his skin crawl, he'd rather pass out on the goddamn grass.
(He wishes he'd never asked about Sazed, now that he knows it wasn't her doing, the only person to blame is himself.)]