Ain's world stopped for a few seconds and he gasped, thrown out of a strange imaginary dimension, a few steps back only to find Zannie staring straight, her pupils soft green.
Ain's hands clenched into fists, large veins bulging along the length of his hands. Wracking a brain looking for a separation spell.
"I'm not sure I can do it. I'm talented but not capable." He was anxious, frowning, looking stricken.
"What can't you afford?" Zenit came out of the bathroom, was rubbed her hair with a towel. He was curious so his forehead furrowed in confusion.
"It is nothing." Ain snorted.
Zenit smiled faintly, tempted to confirm Zannie's condition. "She is fine?"
"Hoam." Zannie stretched her muscles and joints one last time then let out a big yawn. "Let's get ready to go home."
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"Go away you monster!"
