[She doesn't get dislodged. Rather, once it's evident that there's only so much she'll be able to do with siphoning, she releases her grip and lets him shake her loose. At least then, she'll be able to have some control over her fall, tumbling as she lands to minimize further damage to her ribs.]
[It doesn't help much. Some of the impact of hitting the ground still travels through her body, and when it reaches her chest, there's a fresh wave of pain, stinging and hot. And underneath that, she can feel the dull stinging of magic power held in her body.]
[It's flowing differently than quintessence does. If only...]
[She needs to take a moment to recover from the fall anyway, so she focuses on the energy, the same way she would while channeling. She draws it into her chest and her arms, all still aching from the earlier impact... hoping beyond hope that it might repair the damage.]
[It doesn't. But the muscles absorb it anyway, and she feels... different. As if she can brace against that pain better. As if next time, she could catch that monster if it hurtled towards her.]
[As if given a magical second wind, which she uses to push herself back up into a sitting position, and turns her attention to Darin writhing in pain and sorrow. For now, she's shelving the idea of absorbing more power — and returning to her original plan of calling out to him with telepathy.]
Darin, please stop! I'm still here! Camelot is still here! You're being deceived!
[Perhaps now that she's glimpsed what's going on in his head, she can get through to him better.]
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[She doesn't get dislodged. Rather, once it's evident that there's only so much she'll be able to do with siphoning, she releases her grip and lets him shake her loose. At least then, she'll be able to have some control over her fall, tumbling as she lands to minimize further damage to her ribs.]
[It doesn't help much. Some of the impact of hitting the ground still travels through her body, and when it reaches her chest, there's a fresh wave of pain, stinging and hot. And underneath that, she can feel the dull stinging of magic power held in her body.]
[It's flowing differently than quintessence does. If only...]
[She needs to take a moment to recover from the fall anyway, so she focuses on the energy, the same way she would while channeling. She draws it into her chest and her arms, all still aching from the earlier impact... hoping beyond hope that it might repair the damage.]
[It doesn't. But the muscles absorb it anyway, and she feels... different. As if she can brace against that pain better. As if next time, she could catch that monster if it hurtled towards her.]
[As if given a magical second wind, which she uses to push herself back up into a sitting position, and turns her attention to Darin writhing in pain and sorrow. For now, she's shelving the idea of absorbing more power — and returning to her original plan of calling out to him with telepathy.]
Darin, please stop! I'm still here! Camelot is still here! You're being deceived!
[Perhaps now that she's glimpsed what's going on in his head, she can get through to him better.]