Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-25828117-20191023223017

Helian was surprised to feel Nyasia's hands were just as sweaty and cold as his. Or so it felt, maybe that was just his own sweat he was rubbing all over her majesties delicate digits there.

"You're going to die here!"

Lysilde's guard had never dropped, she raised her hands ready to ward once more. A strand of red hair fell in front of her forehead. She looked haggard from the exertion already but there was simply no rest for her it seemed.