It's at least thirty thousand, you know. [ solemnly, but she appreciates the light hearted banter, dorian.

but she's used to people glaring at her, booker. she wants to know your deal, so she doesn't bark back. not to mention she has a family to worry about, now, a reason to live. there's no need for her to bark back to a man who is fighting for his family, too. ]

Right behind you--!

[ so it begins.

elizabeth is right. yuno isn't a stranger to beautiful displays like this, but these aren't usually her style. yuno's magic, if you could call it that, is awkward. clumsy. she's learning, but she has tricks up her sleeve. when elizabeth sets off what looks like a firework to yuno's eyes, she gasps and pushes everything she has into elizabeth. it's hard, and she has to put a limit on herself, try to keep herself in check. the tears double in size, stretching wider and wider, the static ramping up into sparks that drip off the openings with growing fever the longer they're open. ]

We have to close them as soon as we know they're not the right ones -- don't be afraid to let go of more than one at once!