So you're a mage? (Huh. Never heard of a mage wanting to punch things before. She doesn't laugh or anything but her mouth does curl a little in the corners.
She's wrapping Hermione's wrist, taking her time.) Tell me if this feels too loose or too tight. (Hard to gauge the tension when you're doing it on somebody else... but if there are no objections, she'll finish up the wrist and bring the roll of fabric up, to start going around and between Hermione's fingers, one at a time.)
[ She shrugs with her free shoulder, keeping her hand quite still and her eyes on the way Abby wraps her wrist. ]
A witch, if you wanted to be technical about it. I'd like to claim some differentiation from the local mages, because I can't do the things they do with the Fade. I can't even tell how my magic works here, to be fair...
[ She wiggles her fingers lightly, to test them. ] Feels secured, but not cutting off any circulation?
Oh, okay. (This is really amusing to her but she's not about to use the wrong term of address for somebody who knows magic. Witch it is.) Where did you come here from?
(The answer about the circulation appears to be correct, because Abby keeps winding. Through the fingers, around the palm again, back down to the wrist. Secured, but not too tight.)
[ It's nice, she's learning by watching someone do it. Taking mental notes, deciding on the spot that she will ask Abby to watch and judge if she does the second hand well, by herself.
Still, undistracted: ] Scotland, actually. Originally, I mean, even though I have very clear, very vivid memories of spending close to three years in a strange other world, before the Fade rift spat me out here.
You're from Earth. (It's reassuring, actually, to learn this. A different Earth though, because of the magic... unless witches were always in Scotland and Abby never knew, on account of having never gone there before she fell through a hole in a dream. Who knows.
But this next thing—
She stops wrapping and looks up.) You did? What was it called?
(What had Glimmer called the place she and Ellie came here from...?)
(Wait, the place Glimmer and Ellie came from also started with A. Hold on. She's staring at Hermione's face until the bit of memory finally surfaces and she can relax again. New Amsterdam, not Akhuras. This must have happened... twice.
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She's wrapping Hermione's wrist, taking her time.) Tell me if this feels too loose or too tight. (Hard to gauge the tension when you're doing it on somebody else... but if there are no objections, she'll finish up the wrist and bring the roll of fabric up, to start going around and between Hermione's fingers, one at a time.)
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A witch, if you wanted to be technical about it. I'd like to claim some differentiation from the local mages, because I can't do the things they do with the Fade. I can't even tell how my magic works here, to be fair...
[ She wiggles her fingers lightly, to test them. ] Feels secured, but not cutting off any circulation?
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(The answer about the circulation appears to be correct, because Abby keeps winding. Through the fingers, around the palm again, back down to the wrist. Secured, but not too tight.)
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Still, undistracted: ] Scotland, actually. Originally, I mean, even though I have very clear, very vivid memories of spending close to three years in a strange other world, before the Fade rift spat me out here.
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But this next thing—
She stops wrapping and looks up.) You did? What was it called?
(What had Glimmer called the place she and Ellie came here from...?)
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Weird.)
How did you get to Akhuras?