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Roxia had long stopped playing with his lodestones when the argument began. He didn't know all the details, and he shouldn't have any business between them, but the moment the unmasked girl had started to throw off random spells, his temper flared, for but a moment.
When Elsa started off for the bandit camp, Roxia stood, defiant in front of her. Her magic was strong, true, but it lacked conviction and experience. He easily countered each spell with one of his own, and moved forward until he was but a pace- width in front of her.
Forcing her to make eye contact with him, he reached up, and flicked her in the forehead. Quite hard.
In the moment where she was stunned, he immediately placed a hand in front of her face, and blue light was almost blasted into her face.
"Do not belittle those who attempt to understand you," he said quietly, face neutral as always, only occasionally breaking eye contact as he finished her mouth, and began to yank out glass fragments out of her hands, then to bath them in blue light afterwards. "Not many can understand loneliness the way you have, but do not presume to be the only one who knows loneliness."
There was a bitter truth to those words, but Roxia kept it out of his tone. Living among wilds without human contact for almost 18 years was something not to be taken lightly.
"We are bound together, whether we wish to or not, by taking this job and being here. It is as important to watch each other's backs as much our own, even if we do not like each other, or understand them. Also," he said as he finished her hands and worked on her legs and feet as much as he could, "If you truly wished to control your power, you should have sought counsel, magic users usually look after their own, especially if they are powerful."
Finishing the best her could, he said, "Do not be too proud to ask for help."
He then moved off, quick and silent into the night, to pursue his comrade, Arkalam, was that his name?