[ he wants to argue, there's that instinct to show that they aren't master and servant, that they can operate as equals, but Kalim looks up at Jamil, slowly trying to figure out what he should do.
and maybe it is the cold, that's caused such a sluggish response, but then his eyes go towards Jamil's pen, tucked in a pocket. And to how dark the magestone is... it's probably lucky that he was already pale from the cold: it masks how his blood runs cold, and he forces himself up, ]
Jamil, your blot...!!
[ he's not the most steady right then, but he'll work past the cold. Jamil is the one suffering more. ]
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and maybe it is the cold, that's caused such a sluggish response, but then his eyes go towards Jamil's pen, tucked in a pocket. And to how dark the magestone is... it's probably lucky that he was already pale from the cold: it masks how his blood runs cold, and he forces himself up, ]
Jamil, your blot...!!
[ he's not the most steady right then, but he'll work past the cold. Jamil is the one suffering more. ]