[He lets out a shaky sigh of relief. It's still sinking in for him that they really escaped the horrors of the art exhibition, and when he spots a bench right outside the library he sinks onto it with wobbly legs and immediately lights himself two cigarettes (luckily it's easier with fire magic than it would be with a lighter, given his shaky hands).]
Good... good work.
[This is a weak way of thanking her for getting them out of there with her fiery determination to put up with no more creepy bullshit, but he's still gathering his bearings. Perhaps she'll let him off with this today!]
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[He lets out a shaky sigh of relief. It's still sinking in for him that they really escaped the horrors of the art exhibition, and when he spots a bench right outside the library he sinks onto it with wobbly legs and immediately lights himself two cigarettes (luckily it's easier with fire magic than it would be with a lighter, given his shaky hands).]
Good... good work.
[This is a weak way of thanking her for getting them out of there with her fiery determination to put up with no more creepy bullshit, but he's still gathering his bearings. Perhaps she'll let him off with this today!]