- And yet there is one nuance. She will die if she gets pregnant while being human. - She said seriously. – She doesn't want to be a vampire. That's the dilemma. But I think you'll figure it out somehow without me.
She pushed his hands off her shoulders and, throwing her arm up, began to hum a spell, which, as Raphael realized only now, was an elven song.
The broken and mangled objects in the bar one by one began to restore their former appearance, smoothly levitating in the air and landing neatly in their original places. Almost everything turned out to be restored, except for the broken alcohol, the liquid of which has already fairly spilled over the floor.
- Next time, you'll do it yourself. - She said irritably.
-No. I'd just leave. - He shrugged.
- And you probably wouldn't even pay. - she mumbled.
- And wouldn't even pay. - he nodded.
