Where the Heart Is

Ísja looks around, trying to find Num.

ÍSJA: Num?

He spots Num out of the corner of his eye. Num is groggy, still in the process of waking up.

ÍSJA: Num, are you awake?

NUM: Ugh...

ÍSJA: Oh, thank the Saints. I think they took Nené's scarf.

Num looks slightly ill.

NUM: That explains why I feel so gross. My head's pounding.

ÍSJA: That smell probably isn't helping, either.

NUM: Aye, yeah. What is that? Some kinda chemicals?

Num scowls.

NUM: ...I can't believe I let us get caught.

ÍSJA: No, it's not your fault. There was no way for us to know she can use magic well.

Ísja frowns and looks away from Num.

ÍSJA: If anyone's to blame, it's me. I should've backed you up somehow.

NUM: Absolutely not. You know how risky that would've been.

ÍSJA: Maybe it would've turned out okay this time.

NUM: I'd be shocked. When have you ever had good control over your ice magic.

Ísja's brow furrows even more.

ÍSJA: You're right. Sorry.

NUM: Don't apologize. We'll get out of this somehow.

NUM: I'm guessing they took Nen's satchel, too?

Ísja looks surprised, then looks down, finally noticing that the satchel is no longer slung across his chest. His eyes go wide.

ÍSJA: Oh no!

NUM: Don't panic. The way I see it, it's another reason to get out of here. We'll show them what we're really made of.

....sooo do you actually have a plan for that.......?


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