[A hum of assent as she remembers, faintly, that they've talked about this before-- teleporting, and the terrifying side effects overuse of that kind of magic can produce. It's important, that he's trusting her with this, she recognizes just as faintly, but she just feels so miserable that it goes without comment or further contemplation.
She pulls his hand close, fingers still laced together, and bows her head. She hums a brief, bright little melody, and in the next moment, they are weightless, floating in some blank white void that swallows their vision for just a second or two. And in the moment after that, they're at the footsteps of the Coven, surprisingly quiet with much of the students and faculty out on the town for the holiday. Zelda sways again, that tiny bit of released pressure enough to be dizzying, and grips Giorno's arm once more to steady herself.]
The, ah... The chamber is downstairs, I believe. [...] They'll... want us each to say something...
[A warning, sort of. She can't be sure of how well acquainted Giorno is with the whole... process. But she's also fishing for his opinion, terrified as she is. How important are they going to consider these "vows" to be? Eloquence is probably not her strong suit at the moment...]
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[A hum of assent as she remembers, faintly, that they've talked about this before-- teleporting, and the terrifying side effects overuse of that kind of magic can produce. It's important, that he's trusting her with this, she recognizes just as faintly, but she just feels so miserable that it goes without comment or further contemplation.
She pulls his hand close, fingers still laced together, and bows her head. She hums a brief, bright little melody, and in the next moment, they are weightless, floating in some blank white void that swallows their vision for just a second or two. And in the moment after that, they're at the footsteps of the Coven, surprisingly quiet with much of the students and faculty out on the town for the holiday. Zelda sways again, that tiny bit of released pressure enough to be dizzying, and grips Giorno's arm once more to steady herself.]
The, ah... The chamber is downstairs, I believe. [...] They'll... want us each to say something...
[A warning, sort of. She can't be sure of how well acquainted Giorno is with the whole... process. But she's also fishing for his opinion, terrified as she is. How important are they going to consider these "vows" to be? Eloquence is probably not her strong suit at the moment...]