>unanimity of final vote of the threadas it was written
and now...
>>6186854Whatever hopes you may have to push through this and reach the end before the heat causes you a stroke disappear as you feel your energy leave you.
“Let’s take a break,” you say, helping Willow pour Soralisa’s sweating form on one of the stone tables inside the room. Thankfully, here the air feels a bit more bearable.
You five share a few gulps of warm water, waiting for the heat to lift.
It feels like an unending ordeal, especially with your armour on.
Willow takes good care of Soralisa, checking her breath and holding her thumb against her wrist, counting silently under her breath.
Even with the pressure of the mounting time, this makes you curious.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking her pulse,” she replies. “Not sure if this is even the right way to do it, or how much it should be. It feels a bit too high, but what do I know.”
“Something from your previous experience.”
“Indeed,” she chuckles. “I used to pay so little attention in class. Who could knew I would have wished— ah, it’s too late, whatever.”
Maybe it’s the heat, but Willow seems more talkative than usual, even with your friends so close by. Shouldn't she be paying more attention keeping her secret?
[cont.]
