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[Days - how long had it been? At least a week, maybe longer - of constant, restless fighting in the subterrane took their toll on all of them. It was only Edward's preparation and ability to source - however many ethers she had been forced to take - that had kept her magic flowing for long enough to face the creator. The few hours of sleep they'd managed to snatch on the way weren't nearly enough to recover, serving only to make sure nobody collapsed at an inconvenient time, and the one full night of rest they'd allowed themselves, just before they faced the creator, had been mostly wasted on last minute conversations that always somehow started with 'If we die here'. Telling Cecil that he was still their brother, time and distance and fact that he'd attempted to kill everyone be damned. Asking the people of Damcyan through the whisperweed - the fact that is worked was dreadful in itself. How close was the moon, now? How much time did they even have left? - to send messages to Mysidia should they fail to return. Swearing on the crystal that if Palom wanted to sneak off with Leonora she wouldn't ask any questions. Sobbing something unintelligible about being tired and scared and not wanting to die into Ursula and Luca's shoulders and then having her own shoulder cried on in turn while she smiled and attempted to sound encouraging. One of Edge's younger students - one who seemed somewhat familiar - mumbling something about her being really pretty, reddening face visible even beneath his mask. Eventually falling asleep for a few hours leant against Luca's shoulder, Tsukinowa curled up against her side snoring quietly (and waking and apologizing over and over for disturbing her if she so much as shifted) and Calca and Brina leaning against each other as they sat in the dwarf's lap and waited for everyone else to awake.
No, none of that was wasted time. But it was time that could have been used on rest that was desperately needed. Because even now, now it's all over, Porom is in a less than ideal state. White magic's done away with the bulk of the wounds she received, naturally, but she's pale and trembling with exhaustion, clothes splattered with blood still. Her hair is a complete mess and she's too out of it to seem to care all that much, probably the most worrying sign of all. She looks first at the stone faces surrounding her and then at the skyphone blearily, not quite certain if they or it or the moogle patiently attempting to explain it all to her are real.]
I- I've used one of these devices before, haven't I? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-
[There's a brief pause as she blinks in confusion at the skyphone before she freezes instantly in realization.]
-my magic! Why is my magic not working?!
No, none of that was wasted time. But it was time that could have been used on rest that was desperately needed. Because even now, now it's all over, Porom is in a less than ideal state. White magic's done away with the bulk of the wounds she received, naturally, but she's pale and trembling with exhaustion, clothes splattered with blood still. Her hair is a complete mess and she's too out of it to seem to care all that much, probably the most worrying sign of all. She looks first at the stone faces surrounding her and then at the skyphone blearily, not quite certain if they or it or the moogle patiently attempting to explain it all to her are real.]
I- I've used one of these devices before, haven't I? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-
[There's a brief pause as she blinks in confusion at the skyphone before she freezes instantly in realization.]
-my magic! Why is my magic not working?!