[Lilias is a little tickled by the degree to which Matt seems to need to collect himself after finally escaping from his elevator prison. Not that she can really blame him—although she has no particular fear of heights, the idea of being trapped in a little metal box in a dark elevator shaft is enough to make her skin prickle uncomfortably. Perhaps she was just expecting him to downplay it a little more.]
I am just fine.
[There is no need to worry about this lady; she isn't the one who spent the last however long trapped in an elevator. But even as she says it, she's conscious of how wrung dry she feels, and she inclines her head slightly in reluctant acknowledgement.]
A little spent, perhaps. I'm still getting used to the toll that my magic exacts here.
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I am just fine.
[There is no need to worry about this lady; she isn't the one who spent the last however long trapped in an elevator. But even as she says it, she's conscious of how wrung dry she feels, and she inclines her head slightly in reluctant acknowledgement.]
A little spent, perhaps. I'm still getting used to the toll that my magic exacts here.