[There's no sharpness behind it. Instead of pulling back immediately, her fingers linger and graze the side of his face before she returns it to her lap. Her face doesn't betray her tumultuous thoughts, but the way she clenches and gathers her skirt in her grip may indicate how much is going on.
And with sudden forcefulness, she declares out loud:]
... Gale. You will go home.
[The witch refuses to give life to her deep-seated fears. Her stubbornness drives her to instead give this wizard hope and certainty.]
You're going to get better and you're going to go back to Waterdeep and your library.
[Amelia swallows and keeps her eyes on the ground.]
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It was messy.
[There's no sharpness behind it. Instead of pulling back immediately, her fingers linger and graze the side of his face before she returns it to her lap. Her face doesn't betray her tumultuous thoughts, but the way she clenches and gathers her skirt in her grip may indicate how much is going on.
And with sudden forcefulness, she declares out loud:]
... Gale. You will go home.
[The witch refuses to give life to her deep-seated fears. Her stubbornness drives her to instead give this wizard hope and certainty.]
You're going to get better and you're going to go back to Waterdeep and your library.
[Amelia swallows and keeps her eyes on the ground.]
You need to be there to show me around someday.