[It takes her longer than normal to get there, because she has to be a hell of a lot more careful without her magic, but she makes it. It's strangely terrifying, knowing that she has no way to protect herself, so she might knock just a little too insistently.]
[Tucker waits by the door, trying not to pace. When he hears her coming up the stairs he forces himself not to open the door early, to at least wait until she knocks.]
Hey, come in, some of those things are still roaming around out there.
[He's pretty sure most of them have been shoved out to the tunnels by now, but just in case.]
[Kyna slips inside, trying to ignore her sudden paranoia. She's so used to being able to destroy pretty much anything that could come at her, and now she can't, and it's making her feel jumpy and pathetic. And of course, she has no idea what she should say, so she just wraps her arms around him tightly.]
[Welcome to life among the magicless, Kyna. Not that Tucker would ever say that to her.
He puts his arms around her back and gives her a couple reassuring pats. He wants to ask her what she wouldn't tell him over texts, but he doesn't want to push her, even if he's feeling impatient. She'll tell him on her own, probably. And if she doesn't, then he can push her.]
I'm glad you're back. [He chews on the next part for a second, testing it out in his brain before saying it out loud.] I was kinda worried.
[Whatever, Tucker. That ridiculous statement gives her something to focus on, though, so she's grateful for it. She's clinging, and he's going to have to push her off.]
I'm not like... missing an arm or anything. At least.
[She doesn't want to answer. Telling him makes it feel more real, somehow, more permanent, and she can't make herself look up at him. When she finally does force herself to reply, her voice is trembling.]
[But he doesn't want to argue about this. He wants to give her answers. Plans.]
Speaking of which, this is probably the same shit that happened to him when he came back. As soon as Hope's not on his deathbed or whatever, we'll march down there and get your shit back, okay?
[Tucker sighs. She's taking this the wrong way. Ugh!]
Look, I'm not trying to downplay how much it sucks that you can't use your magic. You're right, that's bullshit, and it's awful. But it's also not the only important thing about you, okay?
[Shit was that too sentimental? It was, wasn't it.]
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i'm back
i don't know if you even knew i was
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where are you?
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shit
welcome back
are u ok?
nothin fucked up?
im at my place
assessin the damages
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so that's something i guess.
can i come over?
[The way she sidesteps his question is super subtle, of course.]
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better than nothing
sure u can come over
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[It takes her longer than normal to get there, because she has to be a hell of a lot more careful without her magic, but she makes it. It's strangely terrifying, knowing that she has no way to protect herself, so she might knock just a little too insistently.]
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Hey, come in, some of those things are still roaming around out there.
[He's pretty sure most of them have been shoved out to the tunnels by now, but just in case.]
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Hi.
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He puts his arms around her back and gives her a couple reassuring pats. He wants to ask her what she wouldn't tell him over texts, but he doesn't want to push her, even if he's feeling impatient. She'll tell him on her own, probably. And if she doesn't, then he can push her.]
I'm glad you're back. [He chews on the next part for a second, testing it out in his brain before saying it out loud.] I was kinda worried.
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[Whatever, Tucker. That ridiculous statement gives her something to focus on, though, so she's grateful for it. She's clinging, and he's going to have to push her off.]
I'm not like... missing an arm or anything. At least.
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Okay... but then what are you missing?
[He can read between those lines, don't play.]
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My magic isn't working.
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Not working like that time you lost your focus?
[Her magic was finicky and didn't aim right. It was a problem, but a solvable one.]
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It doesn't work at all. Nothing.
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He can't help it, the first thing Tucker thinks of is her dad.]
But you said you can still cast cantrips, right? Maybe it just got reset. That happened to Harlan once, and he got his back.
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[She scoffs.]
Yeah, right. I could do that shit when I was like nine.
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[But he doesn't want to argue about this. He wants to give her answers. Plans.]
Speaking of which, this is probably the same shit that happened to him when he came back. As soon as Hope's not on his deathbed or whatever, we'll march down there and get your shit back, okay?
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Maybe.
[How long is it going to take Hope to get better, though?]
I can't really... I mean, I can't do anything without it.
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You do plenty of stuff without magic. Just don't worry about the fighting. It's mostly taken care of, anyway.
[He thinks.]
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I do plenty of stuff like what?
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Tucker, are you serious?
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Look, I'm not trying to downplay how much it sucks that you can't use your magic. You're right, that's bullshit, and it's awful. But it's also not the only important thing about you, okay?
[Shit was that too sentimental? It was, wasn't it.]
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That's not...
[She sighs, rubbing her hands over her face.]
What am I going to do? Sit inside and talk to people all day while everyone else is being fucking useful?
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