[The lightning crash sends a wave of red alarms once more bulldozing into his vision, though it's not as forceful or dreadful as the initial one that caused him to go limp and useless. But her tightening hold is appreciated, if not only cursorily noted.
White Lion of Oriande. He commits it to memory, despite all the whirring happening within the confines of his mind.]
Helpful- [He starts again, tries to pull words together to form sentences.] Helpful to have; clever, too.
[Connor had noted the way it avoided the open ground, sticking close to the rubble instead to avoid any fatal strikes of lightning.]
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White Lion of Oriande. He commits it to memory, despite all the whirring happening within the confines of his mind.]
Helpful- [He starts again, tries to pull words together to form sentences.] Helpful to have; clever, too.
[Connor had noted the way it avoided the open ground, sticking close to the rubble instead to avoid any fatal strikes of lightning.]