[But she won't confirm that you do, in fact, have hold, Remus. She's not giving voice to that, not now. Maybe not ever.]
I don't. But I've faced worse and lived to tell when you belatedly came to dig me out of it.
[There are things she pauses to think of, here. In this small space of silence. It's a road she pulls back from. Mostly. Burned out lights. Flickerflash of fireflies and the glass-crack of broken bulbs. Bloodfire of stones and the stroke of sygils. If I had a stone, I might beg to differ. And yet I---. Best to cut the thought off before it solidifies into intent.]
[voice]
[But she won't confirm that you do, in fact, have hold, Remus. She's not giving voice to that, not now. Maybe not ever.]
I don't. But I've faced worse and lived to tell when you belatedly came to dig me out of it.
[There are things she pauses to think of, here. In this small space of silence. It's a road she pulls back from. Mostly. Burned out lights. Flickerflash of fireflies and the glass-crack of broken bulbs. Bloodfire of stones and the stroke of sygils. If I had a stone, I might beg to differ. And yet I---. Best to cut the thought off before it solidifies into intent.]
I won't break my word.