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[The post clicks on, very obviously in the middle of something.]

The Light will not fail!

[In the back, there is a growing roar, along with strange sounds almost like speech but jumbled and broken. Elika's voice comes again, a faint cry of anger. The roar turns irrepressibly louder still and then suddenly there is silence... and an "oof!" from the

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[It takes him a few moments to really come to his senses. His head’s thick with images of darkness, light, and the world drained of color. He can still hear the Princess’s final shout echoing in his ears. He groans softly, relaxing his weight against the (surprising comfortable) cushion he was lucky enough (good old scarf) to land on.]

Ow.

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[Elika is, in turn, out of breath, light fading slowly from her fingertips and hair. For a moment, her eyes are staring blankly at his scarf and shoulder, chest heaving. And then she groans in an attempt to move under his weight.]

Ow is right. You're...on top of me.

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Oh.

[He says, like her claim explains everything, but he doesn’t budge from where he’s laying, sprawled out on top of her. Not immediately, anyway. He blinks his eyes open and, once he notices she actually is... underneath him, he lifts himself up on weak arms.]

Hi.

[Said, of course, with a half-lazy, half-exhausted grin.]

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[He's not so heavy thankfully or she would be more upset. Instead, she's just relieved that Ahriman is no longer hovering above her, chasing her, trying to crush her light. She stares at him another moment before weakly laughing nervously, a chuckle or two.]

Hi.

[She closes her eyes and sighs.]