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[makesthings]

The fabric of reality feels weak to Sam and he's been spending every day, fully prepared as Wallmaker and walking and exploring. He doesn't know the right spells to understand and see what's changing

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[wordofa_sayre]

Someone else wanders up behind him and peers curiously over his shoulder.

"What've you got there, hm?"

[makesthings]

Sam starts to draw his sword until he recognizes Nick's voice,

"Charter, Nick, don't do that. I almost drew on you."

[wordofa_sayre]

Nick grins cheerfully at him, despite the fact that his eyes are bright with fever and he's pale and sweating a little, and raises both hands in the air.

"Careful there, your Highness."

[makesthings]

"Can you feel what's wrong?"

He runs a hand through his hair and looks Nick over. Ava never did tell him what she sensed.

[hadyougoing]

It's been ... some measure of time, but clearly not that long by her watch: Ava still has a pinkish discoloration in the skin around her shoulders, as if she was recently the victim of a single vine of poison ivy.

You can tell this is the case because she's wearing a cami.

"... Sam?"

[makesthings]

He tenses before he recognizes her voice, "Ava, hello."

[hadyougoing]

"You okay?" she says.

"Is this ... a bad time?"

For you, she means, since in general it is pretty objectively a TERRIBLE time. Seriously, what is going on?

[makesthings]

"I guess. I just don't know what to do to help,"

And it's frustrating, because he should be able to do things.