Round 124 Transcript

I circle behind Jeane, close enough that my hip brushes her thigh. 'If you're about to do something irreversible,' I say, voice low but not soft, 'at least let me help make it work. Two casters can maintain this field better than one if you actually need another body in the tunnel.'

My hand finds the small of her back—a touch that could be reassurance or a reminder of proximity and shared stakes. The barrier pulses with too much magic for comfort.