[I trust you, he says, and although Flayn has no way of knowing just how much that means coming from Claude, she knows it means something to her. She will not let her leader down.
Key in hand, she turns to run back to him, only to find that the crowd has surged forward, blocking her path. She winces, hearing him cry out; she doesn't know how much of it is genuine and how much is a distraction, but either way, what they're doing is hardly pleasant!
Change of plans. Holding onto her invisibility tightly, she begins to weave another spell of light - an illusory Flayn who emerges from under the table to dash off in another direction. Enough of the crowd follows the illusion that she has room to hurry back to Claude without bumping into anyone.
She crouches beside the stocks, winded from the effort of so many spells in so short a time plus her mad dash. Still, her work is not done. She speaks in a hurried whisper even as she begins fiddling with the lock.]
I am here. I cannot maintain both of these illusions for long; those who left will come back very soon.
[Finally, just as she's feeling lightheaded, the key turns fully and she wrenches the lock open. Both of her illusions end at the same time - she becomes abruptly visible, and the false Flayn vanishes.]
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Key in hand, she turns to run back to him, only to find that the crowd has surged forward, blocking her path. She winces, hearing him cry out; she doesn't know how much of it is genuine and how much is a distraction, but either way, what they're doing is hardly pleasant!
Change of plans. Holding onto her invisibility tightly, she begins to weave another spell of light - an illusory Flayn who emerges from under the table to dash off in another direction. Enough of the crowd follows the illusion that she has room to hurry back to Claude without bumping into anyone.
She crouches beside the stocks, winded from the effort of so many spells in so short a time plus her mad dash. Still, her work is not done. She speaks in a hurried whisper even as she begins fiddling with the lock.]
I am here. I cannot maintain both of these illusions for long; those who left will come back very soon.
[Finally, just as she's feeling lightheaded, the key turns fully and she wrenches the lock open. Both of her illusions end at the same time - she becomes abruptly visible, and the false Flayn vanishes.]